Le Clic – White Bike

Somewhere in the city,
A bike is being sold.
A small amount of money,
Is handed in the cold.
The toothless man is laughing,
Just like the one with teeth. 
But what about the owner, 
Who lost his underneath?

If you wanna ride,
Don’t ride the white bike (repeat)

A distant bell is ringing,
Two wheels are spinning ‘round.
A little boy is searching,
Between the lost and found. 
His mother takes a tissue,
To dry the young man’s tears.
Another world is shattered,
And filled with deadly fears.

If you wanna ride,
Don’t ride the white bike (repeat)

If you wanna be rich,
You’ve got to be a bitch (repeat)

The wicked seed is planted,
And as the boy grows old.
The moral of the story,
Is ready to unfold.
The missing turns to needing,
A small amount of wealth.
To cater for a substance,
And selling bikes himself.

Wicked Arie Jr.

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