N'import' nawak

My life’s a hell, whether I want it or not
When I’m six feet under, no one will mourn me
'Cause I’ve got no friends and I just screw things up
They call me a "loser, freak, psycho, gay, worthless"
Why gay?
'Cause one day while strolling down Boulevard Barbès
I feel a hand on my ass under my jacket
I turn around and damn, I see a sex symbol
Whom I kiss and his name was Paul

Whatever
You’re always messing around...

Driving the car, watch out for the thrill
When you put me on the road, it turns into Beirut
And yet I was trying hard to avoid the mess
Given the cash I was dropping on driving school
But no luck... a GT Turbo tailgating me
The freaked-out instructor asks if I see it
One eye on the rearview to check what he’s saying
Just enough time for me to take the wrong way

Whatever
You’re always messing around...

Wait...
You know if it’s true that you screw things up
You’re not the one who built empty offices in Paris
You didn’t send tanks to Tiananmen Square
You didn’t dump Arabs in the Seine back in '61
You didn’t fill your borders with landmines
You didn’t buy stocks, especially tunnel stocks
Under the Channel
You’re not banging at the White House
You’re not taking middle schoolers skiing in an avalanche
You didn’t buy Jeanne Calment’s house on a lifetime lease
You didn’t protest against abortion
You never claimed it was a detail
You didn’t blow up 5 floors at the FBI
You don’t comment on soccer on TF1
You didn’t miss your turn at 260 in Formula 1
You didn’t invent the Paris-Dakar race
You don’t write lame jokes for Carambar
You didn’t shoot cops at Nation Square
You’re not the one who decided on the dissolution
You never transfused HIV to hemophiliacs
You’re not the one who drew up the plans for Chernobyl
You didn’t decimate the Aztecs, the Mayans, the Protestants,
The Jews, the Albanians, the Tutsis, the Hutus, the Croats,
The Kurds, the Gypsies, the Tibetans, or the Apaches
You don’t storm into churches with axes

So you see...
It’s cool!