Do you feel it?
In the city, you are perched far away
In the network
Social
Animal
You live in the jungle
And you're looking for a place
When daylight repulses you
But the light from the street lamps pierces your mind
And when night falls you feel your throat tighten

Do you feel
The strange sensation
That you have
When you go home
Away from the city's gaze
And there you go round in circles so you decide to go out
You take the elevator and on Saint-Denis street
You run into a prostitute who tells you

Well then you
What are you doing here?
Come see my boy
It's not the first time I've seen you here
Why do you spend all your evenings drinking
And wandering the streets (at 3AM)

From bars to afters and nightclubs
Always the same stories
Always the same evenings
And you put on your leather jacket
The glasses
The boots that scrape the ground
You take the elevator and there you pee against a wall
For you the night will be sleepless
You delve into the streets of tragic Paris
Based on Starnight
And gin tonic

When I burst in at midnight in the suburb
Tell me, are you getting ready to go out
Under the threats of the city
Are you looking for love? With me
And do you feel the sensations?

You know
Don't look far
The answer is there at the bottom of your glass
When you realize
That there's nothing to say
And nothing more to do
No way out in space
And you think about life
As you think about death
You go from love to hate
So, to kill time
You fall asleep, and when you wake up
That's when you delve
Into the streets of Paris to Strasbourg-Saint-Denis
In the transgenital night
People around you look at you
The unbelievers
But you continue your journey
True to yourself
In a leather jacket
And glasses
In a black leather jacket

In a black leather jacket

And you continue your journey laughing at yourself
You put yourself dear in the infernal vortex
Endless and you're not a pretty sight
But when you vomit in the bowl
You see the light at the back of your head
Like a neon in a black shit
And there you remember that you are much more street cred
Than all these assholes
Who stare at you and look at you
Like a weirdo among the weirdos

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