Exorciseur

Where is my razor?
Exorcise me
Life is black

You left
I am alone in my bed
Every night (every night)
You go to bed late

I was too depressed
Lost nights of despair
Goodbye to bad shots
Go home, your mother made you waffles

Bye-bye, you idiot
Babos, bolas, bobos on the terrace
And the first class beggars
I'm not a bimbo
Baby, do you want an autograph?
I'll send all the idiots who take me for their yo-yo packing
Rest is essential in one's well-being
To make the track shake
Take it easy, you know, you should try
Ok I know it's sad
But go ahead, change the record

What's going on?
The devil must be chased away
Who is in me
Where is the razor?

You are alone in your bed
Alone facing your boredom
You're playing our story on repeat
And you go to bed late
One day you told me that we would love each other for life
I didn't know that for you life would be 6 and a half months
I didn't think I would know that one day I would lose my cool
I want to wear my leather boots and my bowler hat
And under my black cape I will go and do the 400 tricks tonight
I'm not going to stay stuck all my life
On mistakes or on a breakup
Based on fracture, hard blow and injuries
I know it's hard but you'll see
One day or another we will send you the bill
It's time to conclude