you spend your sundays

at the church and the gym

with a grin for everyone

you meet

you're not fooling nobody

they can hear you crying

since your little girl been gone

it ain't right

you're hungry and heartbroken

waiting for some happiness

to come along

or to die a little death

just disappear not to be

dreamt of by anyone again

the wolves are howling at the sunrise

while women dance with hands

clenched into fists

to a two chord song that goes on and on

until their movements become holy enough

that they ascend to heaven

where the exact same song is sung

but now

it's in the spanish tongue

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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