Letra

On the 14th of October Very early in the morning, The results of a crime were found In the stables of "le père Choupon". The old man had discovered To his absolute dismay, The dislocated body Of Elizabeth Dumoutier So, The police was called in; I was handed an inquiry. Upon arriving on the scene Some photographs were shot. A couple of small time journalists Were rising their fists among the croud "C'est l'jeune Austin l'coupable! C'est lui qu'a fait l'coup, j'vous dis moi!..." "Viens voir là toi... Et comment c'est que vous savez ça vous deux?" "He! Normal!... Tout le monde les a vu quitter le bal ensemble heir soir!" Walking... Walking... On the tightrope of insanity. Walking... Walking... On the verge of losing mind. Walking... Walking... On the tightrope of insanity. Walking... Walking... On the verge of losing mind. A man was found on a nearby road, Wandering without a goal. In a complete state of amnesia And his hair filled with straw. Though the whole thing seemed unreal, It soon became quite clear That Austin, the author of this crime, Needed swift assistance. "Allez, allez là... Mr. Le Commissaire! Maintenant il va nous faire le coup du type Qui se rappelle de rein!" "Toi, je t'interdis du publier tes salades Dans ton canard de merde jusqu'à ce que Le proces soit terminé!" Walking... Walking... On the tightrope of insanity. Walking... Walking... On the verge of losing mind. Walking... Walking... On the tightrope of insanity. Walking... Walking... On the verge of losing mind. "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Oh say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" Exhaustive study on the subject Led experts to conclude, Austin had been the victim of a strange case Of split personality. The trial neared it's end And though the facts had been exposed, The crowd still wanted blood. Well, they were in for a big surprise! "La cour,... levez-vous." Walking... Walking... On the tightrope of insanity. Walking... Walking... On the verge of losing mind. Walking... Walking... On the tightrope of insanity. Walking... Walking... On the verge of losing mind. "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Oh say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Oh say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Say... Say to me... Please say that this can't be!" "Non coupable! Pour cause d'aliénation mentale..."
Writer(s): Jean Marc Pisapia, Luc Papineau, Guy Pisapia, Jean Pierre Louis Joseph Brie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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