Broken Cigarette - Sainte Catherines

All the same clothes all the same smiles 
A minimum wage 10 000 miles 
Faces on the ground fucking heavy bags 
No more money to drink the pain away 
My door is always open for a suffering friend 
It's all we have, it's why we laugh 
Hold my hand friend we're gonna find our way 
We don't have to work we don't have to pay 
Hangin' around with a broken friend and an empty pack 
Of cigarettes trying to find some “majorettes” 
Who could make us laugh until the end 
I'm looking in my past through the city streets 
Now Montreal is my town 
But i won't forget how it was home sweet home 
My family and my friends.. i won't ever forget 
Everything you did for me 
I'm searching for a goal but am i always wrong? 
Am i already in? i appreciate everything 
You make me feel so warm it's so important to me 
I am so afraid of loosing everything 
Hangin' around with a broken friend and an empty pack 
Of cigarettes trying to find some “majorettes” 
Who could make us laugh until the end 
Hold my hand friend we're gonna find our way 
We don't have to work we don't have to pay 
lets'go