LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song

I've got the weapons I've got

I've got the weapons I've got

I've got the weapons I've got

Colors that wash out

Blame it on my first name

And since the cradle

Lacking the knack

To adapt to the context

To know how to rhyme

By turning my coat

I've got the weapons I've got

One-way roads

That I have to plow

My lack of tactics

My rejection letters

Which, on nights of joy

Give my devotion

Its letters of nobility

The furious impatience

Of those who look ahead

While looking back

And of those who still

Don't see much anymore

When the heart rises to the eyes

While the fists tremble

While the feet tie knots

When there's no more center

Not really any middle

When it feels in the gut

Like water on fire

Like water on fire

I've got the weapons I've got

The drunkenness of memories

The drunkenness of the seaside

When the day pulls back

And the wind pushes me

To jump into the void

That of crazy love

Of a fearless life

I've got the weapons I've got

This lack of daring

My bundle all set

To change ground

Because I'm old-fashioned

With my hunched back

My lack of cheek

And of irony

But I'm so chilled

Telling myself again

That despite the times

I've got the weapons I've got

I've still got these few flowers

That I have to throw myself

And I've got these few blows

That I must give myself

To wake the dead

Stored in my heart

By depriving me of outside

By depriving the rumor

Of carrying away with it

A piece of my words

And of lending me wings

So my song can fly off

I've got the weapons I've got

And I've got my failings

To manage my speech

And my inconsistencies

When I'm given five minutes

In front of upright folks

To prove it's worth

The bet they place on me

well, don't bet

What d'you want me to say

I've got the weapons I've got

These weapons that sharpen me

The ones I brandish

My cardboard rifles

My twig knives

In low definition

Because I was told no

I've got the weapons I've got

Because I was told no

It's up to me to live

To always hold the line

Free electron

Because I was told no

It's up to me to live

To go dig deep

And to pursue

What I've begun

By honing my voice

Maybe to avenge

My outcast ancestors

Because I was told no

I've got a good memory

I hurt so much everywhere

That I hurt nowhere

And if one day

To pay my rent

To pay for the hospital

To pay for my coffee

Yeah if I have to trade

My nettle bouquets

My hard-rock nights

My symphony days

If I have to put

A mask on my quirks

If I have to redo

The road backwards

Out of distress, out of boredom

By default, by challenge

Will I touch

The arms of the enemy

Despite the years

I've got the weapons I've got

Despite the market

I've got the weapons I've got

I've got the weapons I've got

I've got the weapons I've got

I've got the weapons I've got