POLICEMEN swear to GOD, love's seeping from the GUNS

I know my friends and I would probably TURN and RUN

If you get out of BED, come find us heading. For the BRIDGE, bring a STONE. All the RAGE, my little dark AGE

I grieve in STEREO, the STEREO sounds STRANGE

I know that if you HIDE, it doesn't go AWAY

L'ALCOOL est en train de KICK in my body