Mauvais Sang

Don't call me a jerk!
Don't call me a jerk!
Don't call me a jerk!

Don't call me a jerk!
Don't call me a jerk!

I know the color
Of days of bad blood
And the sweet pain
Of an us that's a hundred years old

Don't call me a jerk!!!

I know the dust
That invades your skull
When even the light
Doesn't cross your soul
The mood of your speeches
When night falls
And your court takes shape
Of imaginary friends

Don't call me a jerk!
Don't call me a jerk!
Don't call me a jerk!

I know the color
Of days of bad blood
And the sweet pain
Of an us that's a hundred years old
I know the dust
That invades your skull
When even the light
Doesn't cross your soul

Don't call me a jerk!

I know the color
Of days of bad blood