It will probably be birth control day or some
Bullshit like that this year, exceptionally, August 15
br/>Will fall on Friday the 13th and I will learn from Radio Mongol
International the news of this air disaster in the
Northern sector of my central hemispheres ©rébelleux There where I
Wet my tankers with comical lucidity the nights when I go down the
Last avenue of the globe in drag Putting my head in a
Plastic bag
A Friday the 13th at 5 a.m.
That day I will take my cockpit
br/>In the barranca del muerto
With my promised land in kit
And my dysentery in solo
And the angels of the last scene
Will come to confront my fear
Passport, visa, gene control
And X-ray of my tickle
I will fall like a number ©ro
421 on the counter
Frozen cloud with fine skin
In the strange intoxication of slowness
And to water my dà Apart
I would like my body to be distilled
And that we pay for all the traî-bars
The der of the ders of my tours
Be still my soul
Ly down, my soul At the foot, quiet
Be still my soul
Everything will be fine Au foot, lying down Hey, lying down
I'll crash on Omega
Among the clowns of the inverted world
Begging Wakan-Tanka
To forget about reincarnating
Friday the 13th at 5 a.m.