Demain Il Pleut

What’s the point, we’re all dead
What’s your use, I still love you
A battle already lost
A story I’ve heard before
It’s not that I believe in nothing
I just don’t believe at all, that suits me
At home, I don’t vote
I’m not at your place, it’s too damn cold

I lost my flag
I think I burned it instead
I forgot to find that beautiful
I forgot it was sacred
I’d rather believe in the worst
Sorry, I’m not feeling well
Too eager to die to listen to your bullshit

I’m bored
My eyes hurt
But in my town, all the men are gloomy
I’m bored
Tomorrow it rains
But in my town, all the dogs are lame

There’s so little to say
Forced to lie
There’s so little to do
Forced to pretend
Conditioned, auditioned, attentive, it’s to forget you
A rotten life is better than a fucking illusion
A rotten night is better than a fucking show
Too many emotions to express
Thank God there’s a commercial break to remind you that tomorrow it rains

I’m bored
My eyes hurt
But in my town, all the men are gloomy
I’m bored
Tomorrow it rains
But in my town, all the dogs are lame

We could have built
Written poems on the walls
Made a garden in the Champ de Mars
Drowned all the cops in the Seine
We could have stopped drinking
Opened the cages of the animals
We could have opened our veins
And Paris would be beautiful
Paris would be beautiful
Paris would be beautiful
Paris would be beautiful

I’m bored
My eyes hurt
But in my town, all the men are gloomy
I’m bored
Tomorrow it rains
But in my town, all the dogs are lame

I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
Tomorrow it rains
But tomorrow it rains
Tomorrow it rains
Tomorrow it rains