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