There was a terrible crash. They found his still beating heart in the ash. He'd turned down a dark road, and was blinded by a dizzying flash. My boy, my boy, I'm sorry. Je suis vraiment d sol e. My boy, my boy. He was my sacred disgrace, his eyes as cold and black as space. And since his poster came down, they're all I recall of his face. My boy, my boy, I'm sorry. Je suis vraiment d sol e. My boy, my boy. (Call an ambulance) It is a terrible fall, when your teen idol is proved mortal. And the saddest thing is, I'll say that I never liked him at all.