I lay here
A color filemot
A gamin
Resting
Until the next town
I'm not some gangrel
Just a gentleman of fortune
In an old man
I'm the flesh of cicatrix
And have a poor bordereau
Traveling through the cities
Looking low over the steering wheel
They say I'm ineffectual
Yet I'm industrial
With a full house
I was chased away
From the inerrable
Venal tribes
Because of my mouth
Every town
Another girl
From the vault of heaven
Drops down
And I leave the table
With a broken heart
For the last time