.La lune c'est le soleil des loups
On ne sort pas de la brousse fils, ni la cuisse de Jupiter>
Mais de ces coins de rue où y'a rasoir dans les bars Jubiler>
Les os rouillés suite à tant de bras de fer>
On s'étripe pour de pauvres miettes tombées des grattes-ciels
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