Québec City Blues

Guess who? It’s your enemy!
Addiction is still a disease
Don’t cry for me New York City
I won’t leave if you keep on stinking
On St-Joseph they cut legs
On my way home i dropped dead
Down the old port they shoot steroîds
Did you just call me chicken-shit?
I’ve got them Quebec City blues
I know the streets but not the signs
Old friends are coming up for air
Taking the piss is my only goal in life
Ghetto superstars i call jocks
Fuck your hair, fuck your rock
You’ll break my neck and punch my friends
I’ll fuck your girl and write it in my blog
She’s not pretty but she’s alright
Skin tight baby, she’s a lie
D’you have a smoke or a light?
Cuz i’ll bewatching from outside
I’ve got them Quebec City blues
I know the streets but not the signs
Old friends are coming up for air
Taking the piss is my only goal
Back up plans and dump dump stories
You’re professional but you’re boring
It’s predictable and you’re counting
I’ve got them Quebec City blues
I know the streets but not the signs
Old friends are coming up for air
Taking the piss is my only goal
Please don’t leave me here laughing
I know the streets but not the names
Old friends are still good friends sometimes
Taking the piss was my only goal tonight