The most friendly people
you will find,
greeting your American,
even American,
It's your first day back in the game,
Your so happy, mellow, smiles and all that who-ha
And it's such a Perfect Day
Meeting great people, even more
and then you turn around
people are arguing,
its young vs old
We've been living here for 20 years,
they say in French.
The talkative lady with the fancy cigarette holder
gets pushed,
in the head,
as the feu d'artifice light up the sky,
It like our 4th of July,
And there is a house at the end of the block,
that is darkening and lighting up the sky simultaneously,
with its orange and yellow waves of heat,
plus it's streaks and puffs of what was once there.
The youngsters leave. It quiets down for a second.
Sound is really like waves,
Goes up and down and they are back.
With action in their blood
They are running down the street towards the bar
and then we hear glass shattering,
everyone rushes into the bar,
close the shutters, roll down the gate!
Fuckers
We are stuck in the bar, smoking ciggs,
waiting for permission to leave.
