Mauvais Garçons

A life cast in reinforced concrete
Nights spent in stairwell cages
You hold the walls of your city
Dressed in Lacoste from head to toe
And when you go down to Paname
You get into fights without a care
You're a thug, you're burnt out
But you're the son of your city

Rude boy, rude girl, stay rude

You drag your feet on the pavement
Hoping to forget this day
You beg for a few bucks
Your mohawk, your leather, it's your pride
You rude boy, shaved head
You watch your spider web grow
You're not a coward, you're not a hero
But you're just a bad boy

How many kids have collapsed
On bloodied sidewalks
How many girls have sold their bodies
For a poorly cut dose
In the veins of this capital
Flows the black blood of distress
How many calls never heard
Muffled cries from lost alleys