Paris, Paris, jet 'aimed.
City of light
Is paying the electricity bills
Still mourning for all the mortgages
Everybody but the elite has to work for
Bad guys les francais
Dirty as big money
What a pity the mother of August le Comte
Died a long time ago
She is rumbling over the planet
Don't you hear her?
Are you deaf or anything
Like all aging people tend to
Gunpowder, cottonballs, in their ears
These days of midlife crises
Sleep tight all parents with daughters
Europe wants to play war
Pierre already left the city
In nineteenninetyone
Heading fir the safe and hygienic Singapore
A larger contrast between these two cities
One can not imagine
The dirty energy dressing Paris
Singapore, hundred procent green, planty like
A contemporary clean paradise, protestants in the Netherlands only dream of
City of light
Is paying the electricity bills
Still mourning for all the mortgages
Everybody but the elite has to work for
Bad guys les francais
Dirty as big money
What a pity the mother of August le Comte
Died a long time ago
She is rumbling over the planet
Don't you hear her?
Are you deaf or anything
Like all aging people tend to
Gunpowder, cottonballs, in their ears
These days of midlife crises
Sleep tight all parents with daughters
Europe wants to play war
Pierre already left the city
In nineteenninetyone
Heading fir the safe and hygienic Singapore
A larger contrast between these two cities
One can not imagine
The dirty energy dressing Paris
Singapore, hundred procent green, planty like
A contemporary clean paradise, protestants in the Netherlands only dream of
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