Every night before I go to bed
I turn off the lights to kneel and pray
and looking up to our vast galaxies
I beseech them god's with hands clasped
please, I don't want to come back a frenchman

Oh I have nothing against them
just don't want to be one
most of them talk like....
well like they have a mouthful of phlegm
so I don't want to come back as a frenchman

The french language is utterly banal
it's like the poor ******* are punch drunk
so what ever happens to this poor sod
I pray to the god's
anything but a frenchman

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris