HellBreaksLoose

I saw you on the street in New York City I thought you looked so familiar to me I followed the fascination of my nature I followed you into France versus Italy On the big screen TV Into the gobbling Gauloise I go, yeah Sixty shoulders deep I go, yeah "No drinks! Just beer!" the bartender screams, repeatedly There is this guy, he's just crawling with sports, yeah "Fuckin' Guinea bastard!" he keeps screaming Until he's told, in French, to "Fuckin' cool it!" Bigger screens, bigger feelings Bigger screen, bigger feeling This is not the part where all hell breaks loose, no This is not thе part where all hell brеaks loose This is not the part where all hell breaks loose And I lose you They kicked the rabbit around the field, but My eyes just keep searching the room for you It all ends in holy exploding mesh and I lose you And I lose you Plunge outside into the night air Just as a cop car speeds on by The siren sounding, yeah, positively jovial I sit down on the cold curb and cry A passerby says, "Don't cry, big boy We'll get 'em next time" This is the part where all hell breaks loose, yeah This is the part where all hell breaks loose This is the part where all hell breaks loose And I lose you I lose you I lose you I lose you I lose you I- I-