Épilogue

Without flowers and without wreaths
Here lies Lou Palladium
In the stadium grass
Here lies Lou Palladium
In the mud, without her Westons
The Idiot: The Flowers of Evil
A few Menthol Kool-Aids
Her grave is cheap
And medium-sized

At the ceremony
No one was there
No one shed a tear
Poor Lou Palladium
None of her friends
Came from the clouds
As the song says
'The bird is passing through'

Not far from a baroness
Here lies Lou Palladium
It was a beautiful autumn
Of mad love, of great form

But cursed fate
Turned the tables
One late afternoon
Poor Lou Palladium
None of her friends
Came from the clouds
No one knew
She was passing through

I dedicate the album to you
In memory of the good time
Since I'm abandoning you
Poor Lou
Poor child