Le PoinçOnneur Des Lilas

I'm the lilac ticket puncher
The guy you pass by and don't even look at
There's no sun underground
Funny cruise
To kill boredom, I have in my jacket
Excerpts from Reader's Digest
And in this book, it's written
That guys are living it up in Miami
While I act the fool
At the bottom of the cellar
It seems there's no stupid job
I make holes in tickets
I make holes, small holes, more small holes
Small holes, small holes, always small holes
Second-class holes
First-class holes
I make holes, small holes, more small
Small holes, small holes, always small holes
Small holes, small holes,
Small holes, small holes

I'm the lilac ticket puncher
To change at Invalides for Opéra
I live in the heart of the planet
I have in my head
A carnival of confetti
I bring them all the way to my bed
And under my faience sky
I only see the connections shining
Sometimes I dream, I drift
I see waves
And in the mist at the end of the platform
I see a boat coming to get me
To take me out of this hole where I make holes
Small holes, small holes, always small holes
But the boat sails away
And I see that I'm derailing
And I remain in my hole making small holes
Small holes, small holes, always small holes
Small holes, small holes,
Small holes, small holes

I'm the lilac ticket puncher
Arts-et-Métiers direct to Levallois
I'm fed up, I've had enough
Of this cesspool
I would like to play the runaway girl
Leave my cap in the cloakroom
One day will come, I'm sure
When I can escape into nature
I'll leave on the highway
No matter what
And if it's no longer time for me
I'll leave feet first
I make holes, small holes, more small holes
Small holes, small holes, always small holes

It's enough to drive you crazy
Enough to grab a gun
Make a hole, a small hole, one last small hole
A small hole, a small hole, one last small hole
And they'll put me in a big hole
Where I won't hear about a hole ever again
About small holes, small holes, small holes