I was someone who Put a lot of faith In what I saw and what I heard. There were persons who Said they were my frieds And I took them at their word. I was fooled and I was tricked and These friends were hand-picked so What can you do? What can you say? Only thing to do is Be blase'. No one's happy in the modern world, Jean-Paul Sartre told us that. Despite the loads of rhetoric, He was talking through his hat. There's an exit, There's a throughway, Here's the word it's Be blase. Riding on the streetcar, Not going very far, Someone pats me on the head, Someone who I thought was dead. Says: "It's time to go to bed." This is what I said: "You were thirty when I was three, What the hell do you want with me?" The only way to spare yourself The angst of the modern world, A look of nonchalance, Sungla**es de rigeur, Evasive policy. Be blase'.