Out of your personal scripture, philomel, she comes.<br />
You sing songs to everyone about love and law and guns.<br />
But paint a dirtier picture,<br />
And i think you know the one: you're not saving anyone.<br />
You're not saving anyone.<br />
Oh, just open your door.<br />
Be a flaneur once more.<br />
You're not walking anymore,<br />
You're not talking anymore.<br />
Overturning the strictures,<br />
You leave yourself with none of your sinners to be saved,<br />
Or your comforts that you crave.<br />
It's a volatile mixture: the zealot and the rum.<br />
So you knew it couldnt be won;<br />
Still hard lost because hard run.<br />
So here's to things that console,<br />
And to at least knowing your role, and to never being done.<br />
You're a rabbit on the run.<br />
Ne, ne travaillez jamais:<br />
No, never work, that's what they say.<br />
Mais ne, ne, ne, nous n'arretons pas:<br />
No, don't lets stop until it's done.<br />
You're a rabbit on the run.