With
Providence to guide us,
we don't don't need a map to
tell us where to go
Put our high tops on the highway
And our mesh hats we'll follow
Cause we weren't born
for times like these
Burning cars and air fridges in one
Road to starting as another
Road to finish as an old
For the hour and the power
And the glory would be ours
Like the hours would be the hours
of the last days
We won't hear what anyone says
It's not a glory, it's not a story
our lives ever told
When there was somebody for me,
every step on the road
The carriage took me,
and my feet were bound
Well, we said we'd live in Paris
in the temps of Rondez -Saint -Denis
We'd be hanging on the boulevard
with the idiots up on singing
I don't care for times like this,
we'll say we're all anarchists
And will anybody really understand
what that is all?
For the hour and the power
and the glory was ours
Like the hours were the hours
of the last days
We won't hear what anyone says
It's not the glory, it's not the story
our lives ever told
When there was somebody for me,
every step on the road
carried them from me
And my feeble body
And you'll lose your looks
I'll lose my religion
We'll be God's tiny carrier pi geons
Will never return
It's not a glory
It's not a story
Our lives ever told
It's an easy lie
To tell
And you told it well
You told it well, you told it