Emile's Vietnam in the Sky

Jean Cocteau is covered in butter
the ghosts of cappuccino and Zaza hover
in the hallway where the devil and his lover
beg you for change on the sly
there’s nothing really like French blues
blown by the unknown soldier in you
to all of your regrets and your rues
I’ll meet you down there when I try
but do you ever wonder where you go when you die
Emile’s vietnam in the sky
Oh take better care of your heart
and you’ll be opening a swiss bank account
let go go for now play a part
or you’ll be swimming those milk clouds on high
But do you ever wonder where you go when you die
Emile’s vietnam in the sky
Yeah do you ever wonder where you go when you die
Emile’s vietnam in the sky
Yeah do you ever wonder where you go when you die
Emile’s vietnam in the sky
Emile’s vietnam in the sky
Emile’s vietnam in the sky