elle vit sur ​​l'amour de la rue

I see people out there campin'

I see they got their food and wine

I see cops cowering under helmets

I see cats hiding in the pines

I think the orange has been peeled

I hear the casket being sealed

I hear castanets on stone

I see government overthrown

Click clack

And we met on the hill

Mayor Beehan rolled up

In a coupe de ville

Or perhaps it was a hearse

Colorless and mean

Carrying the 

American Dream.

I saw the last drive-in film

I wrote the obituary on a napkin

Classy.

I coolly backed out of the parking lot

and moved to France