Voici une chanson sur ceux qui te volent la place de parking que tu attendais depuis des lustres. Ce sont les mêmes que tu retrouves aux caisses des hypermarchés et qui s'en prennent aux caissières lorsqu'il y a une différence de prix entre le rayon et la caisse.
Listen to my prayer
One day, when I was driving alone
You ignored me, with your fucking smile
I realized you had a heart of stone
You didn't care about me, you were vile
I saw it before you, wanker
You are a parking space robber
You seemed to be glad
Looking for blood
You couldn't be sad
Thinking you're a God.
Oh ! Please, listen to my prayer
I hope my kick in your face,
You will savour
You believe that you are an ace
But you are a bloody ass-hole
And now, you're ready to crawl.
While I queue, I saw you nitpicking
Haggling over the price
The cashier you despise,
Instead of respecting,
Talks to you as to her boss
You know life is a toss
But dou you deserve
Her gentle eye
Your customer preserve
Confines you in a dark sky.