A lonely teenage daydream. Of things that I might have been. A surreal kind of thinking. Keeps drifting in on me. The Remington Electric. I'm banging on its keys. The words appear before me
strapped on my Kevlar vest. I pulled out my Remington. and I loaded up these shells. He’s about to find out . I’m a dang good shot myself. Yeah Cupid’s got a shotgun . aiming at my heart. I’ve been dodging
Je suis l'homme la tte de chou. Moiti lgume moiti mec. Pour les beaux yeux de Marilou. Je suis all porter au clou. Ma Remington et puis mon break. J'tais fond de cale bout. De nerfs, j'avais