
Date of issue: 24.09.2011
Song language: English
L'Enfer C'Est Les Autres |
Some people don’t know how to walk on the pavement these days |
Well it’s not that difficult, there’s hardly a whole host of ways |
Here they come, love’s young dream, arm in arm, approaching me |
Now, I’m not looking for your smile |
I’m just asking for some single file |
But it’s not forthcoming so I have to assume |
That this narrow path belongs to you |
And therefore you must be |
The Duke of Westminster and his good lady wife |
So, I tell you what, I’ll just walk in the road |
How about I just walk in the road? |
You stay as you are, and I’ll just walk in the road |
Well I feel I’m being cornered by a bloke who’s just discovered Johnny Cash |
He’s pissed and he’s boring and he’s telling me all about the Man in Black |
It seems the «Best Of» purchase at the superstore |
Is indisputably the soundtrack for |
A weekend in Riga with heavy drinking rugby pals |
And I reckon him to be, the type of driver to beckon me |
Across the road with an index finger |
When at the kerb I linger |
He should not presume my intentions |
He should invite me with an outstretched palm |
After all I could be reading the grid |
Or standing aside for the Duke and his wife |
Either way I’ll not simply just walk in the road for you |
I’ll cross in my own good time when I feel |
There’s nothing in the outside lane |
To run me over |
I keep a wristwatch on this arm of mine |
I keep my flies wide open all the time |
And I shot a man in Tesco, just to watch him die |