La Valérie

there's also these lyrics from other sites that seem more complete:

Mais quand j'pense Qu'y a du monde Assez con Pour en couper D'autres en pièces Et les mettre Dans un sac De hockey Pour du sexe Ou du cash Pour du sexe Ou du cash

Ca m'dépasse J'comprend rien Ca m'fait mal Et ca passe Ca m'fait mal Et ca passe Mais cette fois Pauvre crétin Tu paieras Pour ton crime Tu paieras Pour ton crime

J'entend ses pas au plafond Je dois faire vite Je dois me rendre de ti-ti-ti-ti-tirer d'ici J'aimerais lui tendre un piège Et lui faire mal Comme dans mes rêves les plus jouissants

Comme dans mes rêves les plus jouissants Je vois son visage couvert de sang Mais je n'ai nulle part où aller On m'a coupé les pieds Je verse une larme et je prend Mon courage à deux mains Je l'enfonce dans sa poitrine En criant mau-mau-mau-mau-maudite cocaïne !

Évidemment...

But when I think that there are people dumb enough to cut other people into pieces and put them in a hockey bag. For sex. Or cash. For sex. Or cash.

It baffles me, I can't understand It hurts me, but it passes. It hurts me, but it passes.

But this time poor cretin, you'll pay for your crime. you'll pay for your crime.

I hear his footsteps on the ceiling. I have to act quickly. I have to get up there. Or, if not, get out of here.

I'd like to trap him, and hurt him, like in my most pleasurable dreams.

Like in my most pleasurable dreams. I see his face covered in blood But I have no where to go My feet have been cut off.

I cry a tear and I take my courage with both hands And I punch them into his stomach Screaming g-g-g-goddamn cocaine!

Of course... Of course...

The song makes reference to the Montréal murder of 20 year old Valérie Aubin in 2003. Her body was cut into pieces, put in a hockey bag, and thrown in the river. Her apartment was then set on fire in an attempt to cove up the crime.