I just had an epiphany and decided to rewrite Billy Joel’s Only the Good Die Young into an Enjoltaire song
Come out, Enjolras, don’t let me wait
You rebellious boys start much too late
But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
Passion’s your virtue, you fight for the day
Your features are marble and mine are from clay
And I never told you that I like the way
Your light shines like the sun
Only the good die young
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain’t too pretty, we ain’t too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
But that never hurt no one
So, come on, Enjolras, show me a sign
Send up a signal I’ll throw you the line
The bright red banner you’re hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darling, only the good die young
You’ve got so much noblesse and a blind faith in your revolution
You got a brand new goal
And a cross of gold
But, Enjolras, are you ready to die for your nation?
You didn’t count on me
When you were fighting for democracy
They say there’s a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it’s better but I say it ain’t
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun…
You know that only the good die young
You say all you dream about are France and your revolution
Will you ever be free?
Did you ever dream about you and me?
Come out, come out, come out
Enjolras, don’t let me wait,
You rebellious boys start much too late,
But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young