Golden Earring

Remember that song called "Kill me"
From Vick Timm's last LP
Too much of a risk
For a golden disc
The price he paid for money
Ce soir, Ce soir
Assassination d'un rock 'n roll star
Sing your song,
You can't go wrong
Attempted his business adviser
No need for alarm
You'll come to no harm
He didn't mention the sniper
Ce soir, Ce soir
Assassination d'un rock 'n roll star
The news is read, the meaning spread
One yawn, two yawn, and back to bed
Turn off the light and hold me tight
Come on maman, bend down your head
And just sing on, immortal song
Fini belle vie, bonne nuit
Remember that song called "Kill Me"
A lecture on political chicanery
Of people's rape
Recorded on tape