Dans
ce camion / Tous entassés
Ca
pue la peur / Tous piétinés
Tout
s’arrête / Des cris la nuit
Crever
pour rien / Personne ne bouge
Je
ne veux pas regarder leurs yeux perdus s’enflammer
Je
ne peux pas digérer leurs corps sans cesse torturés
Il faut
briser leurs chaînes – Pour abréger leurs peines
Je
veux ouvrir leurs cages – Mettre fin à l’esclavage
Pour
abolir – action
Pour
en finir – libération
Je
n’ai de haine pour personne, mais prends garde la colère grogne
Ta
fourrure / C’est la leur
Ton
manteau / Torture
C’est
leur peau / Arrachée
Sur
ton dos / Libération
Chaque
fois que je les vois
Mêmes
libres tout ça est là
Chaque
fois je pense à ça
La
torture le sang le froid
Je
me sens responsable si je reste sans agir
Je
ne peux pas vivre avec ça
Leur douleur me fait vomir
(Mumu DIY)
Pas si facile de réagir, quand l'apathie est bienvenue
Il n'est pas bien vu de le dire, tout y mène, c'est déjà couru
Les jeux sont faits, pourquoi lutter, pourquoi essayer de gagner
A quoi bon recommencer, quand on peut abandonner
Pas si facile de réagir, quand l'apathie est bienvenue
A quoi bon vivre sans lutter, pourquoi croire sans vérifier
Passif au dernier degré, soumis à l'autorité
Ne pas savoir, ni questionner, ne pas vouloir trop s'impliquer
Préférer l'échec au succès et si possible tout gâcher
A quoi bon vivre sans lutter, pourquoi croire sans vérifier
Fasciné par le déclin
Avachi dans ton fauteuil
Tu ne fais déjà plus rien
Que porter ton propre deuil
Mais qu'attends-tu du ciel ?
Il n'en vient que des bombes
(Raf)
Tout
au fond d’un bunker
Ecrin blindé où reposent
Les illusions d’un
système
Des sirènes
hurlantes
Etouffées
par le béton
Qui
n’atteindront plus personne
--------------------Le
syndrome de Stockholm
--------------------Relations
hors-normes
Pas
de flingue sur la tempe
Les
menaces sont inutiles
Les
otages s’allient à la cause
Une
étrange sympathie
Qui
dérange l’ordre établi
Et
fait des bourreaux des victimes
-----------------C’est
le syndrome de Stockholm
-----------------Relations
hors-normes
Des
sirènes hurlantes
Etouffées
par le béton
Qui n’atteindront plus personne
(Raf)
OHIO AIN’T NO FUN NO MORE
(WE’RE NOT A
HAPPY FAMILY ! !)
We
were born in Ohio,
Eleven
innocent kids,
All
of us sent to a farm,
Brand
new parents, brand new life.
But
this ain’t no fairy tale,
Many
hungry mouths to feed.
Days
in the fields, nights in a cage,
Fuck’em
with their country side.
I’M
NOT – an animal
I’M NOT – an animal
I’M
NOT – an animal
A
SAVAGE ANIMAL
Many
years of violence,
Hardcore
social poverty
The
sheriff came to free us all,
To
take us out of this mess,
He
felt so bad for the poor kids,
Started
soon to smile at me,
Started
to unzip his pants,
I
felt bad too I must confess.
HANDS
OFF – I’m underage
HANDS
OFF – I’m underage
HANDS
OFF – I’m underage
NO
MORE REDNECK RAMPAGE
(Ray)
Bought empty views from MTV
Your daily fix of music industry
Grunge or hippies or rappers or dance
Fakey idols remain the same
Electrify their fuckin' chairs
See the flames shorten their hair
Some distortion to blast their heads
Pump up the volume from three to ten
Gotta plug the unplugged
Rip their labels, see them burn
You ain't Johnny Thunder
For sure you're a loser
You wanna-be rebels
Suckin' David Geffen
Gotta plug the unplugged
Rip their labels, see them burn
Born in a strange world , born in a fake dream
Flower power rules, people liked to scream
Religious beliefs came from the far east
Could it work within filthy western ruins ?
We’re the kids, kids of the seventies
We are the future, we’re already the past
We’re the kids, kids of the seventies
Ready to take over, we’re born to kick your ass
Who needs a Nixon ? Visit the watergate
Strikes over Europe, no more oil to trade
War is big business, brother against brother
Bombings over Hanoï, where’s my black panther ?
Africa’s starving, not even a fruit
Jimmy Jones laughing, want some orange juice ?
Dinosaur music, barking Kalashnikovs
Daily life was far... So far from glitter rock
We’re the kids, kids of the seventies
We are the future, we’re already the past
We’re the kids, kids of the seventies
ready to take over , we’re born to kick your ass
Seventy seven, then came to daylight
A new wave of sound, a new will to fight
A pistol, a clash, a goal to achieve
Gimme something wild, something to believe
We’re the kids, kids of the seventies
We are the future, we’re already the past
We’re the kids, kids of the seventies
Ready to take over ... I hope we’re built to last ! ! ! (Ray)
Pourquoi nos dirigeants se priveraient-ils de tricher
Quand les media sont là pour si bien les y aider ?
Pas seulement des mensonges mais trop de semi-vérités
Qui entretiennent ou créent tellement d'ambiguïtés
Prêts à tout pour plaire, prêts à tout pour les satisfaire
La déontologie vaut rarement les affaires
Il est toujours plus simple de changer de chaînes
Que de se délivrer de toutes celles qui nous gênent
Pouvoir économique et pouvoir idéologique
Monopolisés par les mêmes affairistes
Information, culture ou divertissement
La liberté c'est sûr est à vendre au plus offrant
Prêts à tout pour plaire, prêts à tout pour les satisfaire
La déontologie vaut rarement les affaires
Il est toujours plus simple de changer de chaînes
Que de se délivrer de toutes celles qui nous gênent
Les rédactions sont sous pression
Pas d'autonomie sur
Radio-Paris
Les chaînes publiques sont muselées,
Pas de liberté sur
Radio-Paris
Radio-Paris ment,
Radio-Paris ment,
Ce n'est que la voix du
Gouvernement
Radio-Paris ment,
Radio-Paris ment,
Radio-Paris, voix du
Gouvernement
Depuis le temps qu'ils réclamaient Retour de l'ordre et discipline
Contrôles et sécurité
Pour faire tourner la machine
Ca ne devait pas durer
Rien qu'un été bleu marine
Mais l'hiver s'est bien installé
Difficile de rester libres
Ils ont trouvé de nouveaux crimes
A reprocher à la jeunesse
Les prisons ne sont jamais vides
Les tribunaux pas en reste
Plus question d'un avenir
Pour tous ceux marqués au fer
Drôle de justice d'Empire
Asociale, inégalitaire
Drôle de pays qui ne veut plus vivre
Que dans le passé de ses rêves
Drôle de pays qui sacrifie
Le peu d'énergie qu'il lui reste
Drôle de pays qui s'est trompé
De colère et de vérité
Ce ne devait être qu'un été
Mais l'hiver est bien installé
Rien qu'un été bleu-marine
Rien qu'un été bleu-marine
Paramilitary cunts hopin' to get their share
Don't try to get in their way – they'll kick you if you dare
Ten to one's an easy game – they still think they're stronger
New slaves to the masters of the so-called New Order
Sheep in Wolf clothes, Sheep in Wolf clothes,
They're comin' out, they're comin' close
They'll go and chase the parasites to prove they're the elite
Just another Crystal Night, these puppets use their knives
They'd better read a book or two cos there's something they ignore
What happened to the S.A. troops so true to the nazi whore
Sheep in Wolf clothes, Sheep in Wolf clothes,
They're comin' out, they're comin' close
Sheep in Wolf clothes, Sheep in Wolf clothes,
Sheep in Wolf clothes, SO WHITE
Sheep in Wolf clothes, Sheep in Wolf clothes,
Sheep in Wolf clothes, GO DIE !
Look at their revolution, a Third Reich in disguise
Bowing to the very ones they're claiming to despise
Pseudo-rebels want to serve and be the ruling class
But you know what they deserve - a good kick in the ass
I N T H E A S S
Do you have fun when you’re stuck at your job
When the 9 to 5 is the end of your world
When you let them suck all your energy
When they spoil your life with all their envy
You tell me you are bored
Did you tell ’em TO FUCK OFF
You tell me you are dead
You’re lazy to TAKE A STAND
Tell me you’re dead, I will quote a few names
Those who died before they played the games
Got a vicious disease or a gun in their mouth
Jumped off a bridge, no more blood in their heart
You tell me you are bored
Did you tell ’em TO FUCK OFF
You tell me you are dead
You’re lazy to TAKE A STAND
You ever used to be upfront
Dancing crazy, speedin’ all around
Only sheep needed a leader
These new ideas, are they over ?
This was supposed to be for real
But you found out a better deal
Lookin’ back, now I still wonder
Were you the one or a follower ?
You tell me you are bored
Did you tell ’em TO FUCK OFF
You tell me you are dead
You’re lazy to TAKE A STAND
Grown up – still angry
Are you gonna shut your mouth ?
Grown up – still angry
We’re gonna shout out loud
Back when you started
Things were kinda easier
You had something to build
Something you could stand for
But now - But now ?
Do we have a future ?
When every friend of mine
should be a social worker
Cos everything you've built
has since been deleted
But you keep on sayin'
It's better than nothing
It's better than zero
Yeah we're frustrated
When money rules the world
We won't work for nothing
We want to keep our pride
But you - But you ?
You want a better price
You want to rip us off
The benefits you have
Cos everything you've built
Has since been restricted
You say
It's better than nothing
It's better than zero
You'd like to divide us
To make us feel weak
You point minorities
But we blame the bosses
(1999)
Two fists don't make a mind
So you'd better think before startin' a fight
Tough guys, tough guys, in the place
Showin' their muscles & their lack of brains
You can pogo up & down
Not havin' fun of others' pain
Everybody's got a place
Why makin' the pit a fuckin' ring ?
Tryin' to - To have a say - Without a word
D'you understand ?
Hard to - Open your minds - You'd rather kill
What you don't want
Two fists don't make a right
So you'd better learn before bashin' a 'fag'
Everybody's got a life
If your's shit, you can keep the waste
Macho Macho Macho man
Try to be yourself & show respect
Who cares if you're so harder
It's only fools we can't tolerate
Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces
Skins & Punks, People unite !
Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces
Your swastikas, shove it up your arse !
Two fists don't make a man
So you'd better leave all your fuckin' hate
Shake hands, shake hands, have a smile
When war is over, system watch out !
Tryin' to - To have a say - Without a word
D'you understand ?
Hard to - Open your minds -
You'd rather kill
What you don't want
Mobile Assholes (this one's about this century's worst invention, cell-phones !!!)
F*ckin wankers disturbing the peace
Ringin' shits in the middle of the meal
No education, no respect at all
Posin' machines playin' their role
Guess who's calling, where am I calling from ?
Who do you think you are, pretentious assholes ?
Who needs to know you're not at home
Who needs to know, we're not your mom !!
Ch :
Mobile assholes, mobile assholes
Tryin' to play a social role
Mobile assholes, mobile assholes
Wherever you go you see these jocks
You'd like to be a businessman
You'd like to be the leader of the gang
Next month you'll have to pay the bill
Moaning cos all your money's gone
Who needs to know you're not at home
Who needs to know, we're not your mom !!
Hey ! Rude Boy awake !
You've been told so much bullshit
Hey ! Rude Girl awake !
Do you know what the nazis did?
Seventy seven's the beginning of your fall
Angry youth lost its self control
Skrewdriver came starting to spread their lies
And you sang along and you sold your soul !
Hey ! Skinhead awake !
Let's take a listen to the sounds of the street
Hey ! Skinhead awake !
Time has come to change this beat !
A racist Rude Boy ? It's a non-sense
A fascist Skinhead ? Go fuck yourself
A nazi punker ? It's a non-sense
Bloody non-sense !
Hey ! Rude Boy awake !
You've been told so much bullshit
Hey ! Rude Girl awake !
Do you know what the nazis did ?
Hey ! Rudy, tell me what are you waiting for ?
Isn't it better when we're all equal ?
Hey ! Rudy, tell me, what are you living for ?
Will you ever dare to quit this role ?
Ch.
Sixty nine's spirit ? Take a look at yourself
You guinea pigs for the National Front!
That's ignorance & cowardice at their best
You've been warned for your broken bones !
(1997)
No money to pay
For the lower door-price
But a beer in the hand
And a twelve-pack in their bag
They don't have the slightest idea
Of what it is to set up a gig
They can't even imagine
We share responsibilities
Ch:
Punx, punx, punx with brains
You wanna leave school
So you think you'll be free
What happens in the end ?
You're fodder for their factories
You're victimized, you're innocent,
You lose control over your sense
You waste your life, you're a non-sense
Build up your mind for resistance !
Ch:
Punx, punx, punx with brains
Yes we matter when nobody cares !
My mind's in a mess & my body's tired
I just can't bear to waste my time
I just can't stop to wonder why
I have to do this all my life
We've got to do the dirty jobs
Then they'll get all the thanks
I really can't wait anymore
They'll get what they deserve
Ch:
Hate the State
Bite the hand
That feeds you
Hang your boss
He's the one
that makes you...
WORK* TO* PAY* THE* FOOD* YOU* NEED* TO* WORK !
They perfectly know what's our fate
They just want us to pay their rent
Urging us to work our ass off
We'd better cut their fuckin' heads off
Ch:
Hate the State
Bite the hand
That feeds you
Hang your boss
He's the one
that makes you...
WORK* TO* PAY* THE* FOOD* YOU* NEED* TO* WORK !
When I see this bunch of bastards
Drivin', drivin' their brand new bikes
I just want to step on the gas
Til I hit them with my car
Aryan clones don't make me smile
Go away you fuckin' spies
Salt Lake City's big enough
Lock it up & kill your kind
Bicycle's ayatollahs
Praise your god I lose your track
Religion means death means boredom
Make your day..Smash a mormon !
Mormons...Motherf*ckers since day one !
(Raf)
Dirty Harry is my name
I fight crime i’ll give you pain
Thieves, clockers and prostitutes
Drive me insane i have no rules
I steal their cash i steal their dope
Who gives a damn who gives a fuck ?
Hidden behind constitution
I’m a legal criminal !
Shotguns in hands yeah we're the cops
I am the boss and you are not
Serve and protect we’re the police
The hand of law, the iron fist
Politicians on my back
They need order, they need a war
Freeze punk you're under arrest
Freeze bastard i’ll blow your head
Face the gun you have no right
You broke the law you're gonna die
Now it's time to pay the bill
From state to state we shoot to kill
Shotguns in hands yeah we're the cops
Ready to fight do you want more ?
Serve and protect we're the police
We're the system, the supreme bitch
(Ray)
You said you'd do it - Here & now
A question of time - Here & now
A question of days - Here & now
The rich will pay - Here & now
Another leader, another liar
Another sheep, another ripper
It's getting worse - there's nothing done
How to trust you - Here & now
Using people as a steppin' stone
Double standards were easy to learn
Your victory now has a bitter taste
To fuck people over...
You became the best !
(the rose had a big thorn as said Regis one day :o)
(1999)
La vieille clique de bonnes familles
Qui se partage les richesses
S'imagine sans doute encore
Qu'elle possède nos âmes
Elle oublie un peu trop vite
Que la ville appartient
A tous ceux qui la font vivre
Quelle que soit leur couleur
Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux
Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux
Reste à ceux qui l'ont comprise
Reste à ceux...qui l'ont construite !
Les grosses fortunes des collabos
Font regretter à certains
La période du IIIème Reich
La milice et Pétain
A 30 bornes d'Oradour
Ils ont la mémoire courte
Ils voudraient rallumer les fours
Et nous y brûler sans doute
Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux
Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux
Reste à ceux qui ont compris
Pourquoi ils étaient...étaient ici !
J'en vois qui ont du temps à perdre
Et préfèrent s'en prendre aux leurs
Que pourrait-il arriver
En cas de vrai malheur
"Diviser pour mieux régner"
Devise des dirigeants
Est-on censé l'appliquer
dans notre propre camp ?
Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux
Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux
Reste à ceux qui ont compris
Où sont vraiment...les ennemis
(Raf, 2000)
L’école, tu n’aimais pas ça
L’éducation ? Non, pas pour toi
Ton milieu, c’était la rue
La vie, la vraie, rien de plus
Tu vivais avec tes potes
Non, la galère, c’est pas la honte
Mais un jour t’en as eu marre
Tu voulais pas finir comme ça
Quitte à connaître la crasse
T’as voulu voir la working class
Lueur d’espoir sur ta grise mine
T’as embauché à l’usine
Vêtu de bleu, t’es ouvrier
La tête pleine de préjugés
T’as réussi et tu es fier
Bienvenue sur la chaîne
Ta culture, ils connaissent pas
Pourquoi en parler, pourquoi
s’énerver
Les syndicats, tu n’y crois pas
Pourquoi adhérer, pourquoi
s’enchaîner ?
Le patronat se fout de toi
Pourquoi le respecter, pourquoi
s’abaisser ?
Tu vas transpirer, tu vas payer
Pourquoi continuer, pourquoi continuer
T’as voulu voir, t’es rassuré
Tu n’es là que pour trimer
Rapporter et produire plus
La fatigue pour tout bonus
Courbé du matin au soir
Non, pas de lueur d’espoir
Courbé du matin au soir
Non, pas de lueur d’espoir
( Ray)
Shut…
Shut
the fuck up !
« There
is no money in this land »
So
what’s this banknote in your hand ?
Are
you trying to buy us out ?
The
cheapest way to keep us in line
« Keep
quiet
Or
you’ll get fired
Keep
quiet
Or
get a free ride… »
…to
nowhere !
You think we’re a bit upset ?
You ain’t seen nothing yet !
I
don’t buy your golden lies
I’ll
never be one of these guys
We sure
can see through all your lies
We’ll
ever be what you despise
« Keep
quiet
Or
you’ll get fired
Keep
quiet
Or
get a free ride… »
…to
nowhere !
You think we’re a bit upset ?
You ain’t seen nothing yet !
(Raf)
