tant de lieux ou j'ai trainé ta pensée... ils portent encore ta trace ils ne t'oublient pas....
le boulevard on l'a traversé plein de fois ce n'est plus toi que je regarde
Je hais cette ville théâtre ruiné elle oublie même ses acteurs perdus et desillusionnés
desillusion...
l'air est sec. le rêve a deserté.
Born illegitmately
to a whore most likely
he became an orphan
oh what a lovely orphan
he was sent to the reformatory
ten years old was his first glory
got caught stealing from a nun
now his love story has began
thirty years he spent wandering
a devil's child with dove wings
he went to prison
in every country he set foot in
oh how he loved prison
how awfully lovely was prison
all those beautiful boyz
pimps and queens and criminal queers
all those beautiful boyz
tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears
his greatest love was executed
the pure romance was indisputed
angelic hodlums and holy ones
angelic hodlums and holy ones
all those beautiful boyz...
