Disiz La Peste - J'Pète Les Plombs lyrics

Cursing crimson walls

A thousand or so souls on the floor

Shouldering away through strobe and intoxicated

Having berated himself in the hall

And not for the last time

There's never a last time

He's waiting again for the inevitable flash of recognition

Yelling in casual tones

I'll just go and say hello

Strange things these obligations

Strange things these invitations

It's never the last time, is it?

From what can you take your leave

If the senses have been smashed to smithereens?

He'll have to cop this sweet

Although there is nothing sweet about it

Nothing at all