You wait till the girl get drunk
you’re waiting till the toilets be free
to comb your hair smart
you wait for the seat that somebody
else stole you
you wait for the barman to lauch
and pay his round
From the middle of the night and frore
the middle of the town you wait
In the the dark house
the ceiling crushed down
you’re away
you’ve got t take care
cause cars keep going
you’ve got to cross
From the middle of the night and from
the middle of the town you wait
You wait for the next step
you wait for the dip’s to drag you away
Et sous les réverbères les gens s’ameutent
comme si un crime venait d’être commis
From the middle of the night and from
The middle of the town you wait
In the dark house
the ceiling crushed down
From the middle of the night and from
The middle of the town you wait
Oh blood is flowing tomorrow’s pavement
will be left with a white chalk
Blood is flowing
Rendez vous à Bruxelles sur les trottoirs de demain