Woorden: Peter Von Poehl. May Day. Mayday.

May Day is rioting in the streets.
The corner shop is closed;
The pier had been torched.
The act of creation changes skin,
It should be time to buckle up
And time to break up.
It is the first of May,
And, for once, I feel quite okay.
Try to pinch me if you dare,
But this time I?m not going anywhere.
Bonnie and Clyde have disappeared;
There?s confusion in their nest,
I can feel it in your chest.
I?ll protect you
From chlorophyll and peels.
Overshadowed by this light,
I promise you?ll be alright.
It is the first of May,
And, for once, I feel quite okay.
Try to pinch me if you dare,
But this time I?m not going anywhere.
May Day is rioting in the streets.
Getting ready for the fight ?
But i promise you?ll be alright.
It is the first of May,
And, for once, I feel quite okay.
Try to pinch me if you dare,
But this time I?m not going anywhere.

(Merci a Leon DUONER pour cettes paroles)