On the freeway down the mountain
To the waterfalls of yesterday
Freeway down the mountain
To the asphalt of your grave

Camion

Freeway down the mountain
To the boulevard of malaise
Freeway down the mountain
To the parking lot of apathy

Camion

Freeway down the mountain
To the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
Screaming in the fountain
Like Marcello Mastroianni

Camion

Freeway to this nameless town
Where we wander and we play
East and west are my only vine
But the north and south are still okay

Freeway down the mountain
To the credit cards of today
Preachers will be astounded
As the gods bow down and pray
To me