lyrics
Well, do you remember the place where we used to say our first stupid lovers words ? You already said : “Well, how does it feel son ? You know you are the Lucky One !”. You’ve wasted my money, my sweat, my pride, my tears, al-ways worn that stupid smile on your stupid face, but it’s me who was the idiot. If this is heaven, oh, give me hell right now, it has lasted for too long. And you know precisely how I feel, but still you say : “Well, how does it feel son ? You know you are the Lucky One !”.
There have been times I have been blind, so blind I could not see you. But now I understood everything, at last. There is one little thing I’d like to tell you and this little thing is : “you should have you tongue cut off !”
With my head in my hands, I’m asking my-self with anger how I came to be your fool, how could I be your dog instead of your lover. If this is heaven, oh, give me hell right now, it has lasted for too long. And you know precisely how I feel, but still you say : “Well, how does it feel son ? You know you are the Lucky One !”. I pray for the ending of this psychopathic slaughter, but my prayers are always denied, they are use-less ; I have taken the decision alone, that’s why…
In a moment I will light my last Lucky Strike, and go home without a word. But you’ll hear my voice screaming inside your head, saying : “Well, I do feel so fine, I know I am the Lucky Guy !”.
credits
from
Eva King,
released December 29, 1995
Jean-Philippe Van Cauteren : clavier, chant, basse, percussions
Pierre Christophe : basse, chant
Laurent Leemans : chant, clavier, guitare électrique
Nicolas Dernoncourt : percussions, clavier, chant
Sarah Turine : violon, clavier, chant
Thibaud Latour : guitare classique et électrique, chant
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