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Social Suicide
[Unique verse]
Today will be the last day of my life
The last time I close my eyes, my last silence
I have long searched for the solution to these nuisances
It now seems obvious to me
No more being a photocopy
No more monotony, no more lobotomy
Today, I won't wear my shirt or tie
I won't go to work, I won't give up the leg
Farewell to office workers and their tidy lives
If you could miss yours, it would help them
It would take a little space in their narrow brains
It would reinforce their mediocrity
Farewell to the chubby representatives
Who never drink water, as if they didn't want to get wet
Salespeople who smell like aftershave and cassoulet
Put some mayonnaise on their briefcase: they'd eat it
Goodbye, goodbye old senile accountants
Goodbye the stupid secretaries and their sterile discussions
Farewell to young executives who have just graduated
They would pile up the bodies to get to the top
Goodbye all these great CEOs
Try to open your golden parachute when you get defended
They make their money on desperate employees
And play the frightened virgins when they are sequestered
All these sons of someone, these sons of a snobby slut
Who share three-quarters of the world's wealth
Goodbye to the little bosses, these gentrified beaufs
Who steal TOIL days to pay for their summer holidays
Goodbye workers, these expired products
It's the law of the market, buddy: you're only good at getting fired
It'll keep you from fattening up your ugly kid
Who's gonna get fucked by a fireman, who's gonna end up a hairdresser
Farewell to the countryside and its filthy families
Close to the pig to the point of catching foot-and-mouth disease
All these old ladies, these gossips eating each other
These cheap old men and their savings from candlelight ends
Farewell to this deep France
Deeply stupid, greedy, useless, putrid
It's over, you're a century late
No one needs your incest peoples anymore
Goodbye all those pretentious people in the capital
Trying to prove they're better than you every time they talk to you
All those assholes in advertising, in finance, in com'
In TV, in music, in fashion
These Parisians, never happy, slanderous
False cultured, barely intelligent
These replicators who think they have a monopoly on good taste
Who look at the Province with contemptuous eyes
Goodbye the Southerners, dumbfounded by their scorching sun
Their only goal in life is the third half
Welcoming, supposedly, they fuck you with a smile
You can see it from the way they drive
Farewell to these new fascists
Who justify their shitty lives by racist ideals
Became a neo-Nazi because you had no passion
Instead of playing SS, find an occupation
Goodbye piranhas in their suburbs
Who see no further than the end of their hatred, to the point that they eat each other
Who become aggressive once they are at twelve
Alone, they wouldn't lift a finger in a thumb fight
Farewell to the young average, the worst of all
These baltrucks can't take the slightest jolt
Goodbye to the sons of boroughs who have everything but don't know what to do with it
Give them Eden, they make you a hell
Goodbye all these depressive teachers
You missed your own life, how are you going to raise my sons?
Farewell to strikers and their General Workers' Confederation
Who spend less time looking for solutions than fucked up slogans
Who stink the defeat from the tracksuit to the face
Turn any demonstration into a celebration in the village
Goodbye journalists who make the images say what they want to say
Sell their own mother to sell some prints
Farewell the housewife in front of her screen
Ready to swallow the shit we throw in her face
Who doesn't ask questions as long as she's using
Who's not even surprised to be beaten up by his man anymore
Farewell to these self-righteous associations
These dictators of good conscience
Glad we're hurting them
It is to the one who condemns the strongest
Goodbye repressed lesbians, overexcited
Who seek in their femininity a reason to exist
Goodbye those who live through their sexuality
Dancing on wagons: is that your pride?
The Care Bears and their rainbow power
Who would have me believe that being straight is the old-fashioned way
So... so susceptible.
To prove you're not homophobic, you'll have to suck guys soon
Farewell my Nation
All these incapable in the administrations, these kings of inaction
With their buildings that make you want to vomit
Who open on purpose at times when no one can come
Bêêêh.... All these pathetic sheep
Changes a function in their software, they go into technical unemployment
About the same IQ as those fucking cops
Who don't know how to build a sentence out of their dirty lines
Goodbye politics, talking about it would be a waste of my time
The whole system is completely incompetent
Goodbye sects, goodbye religious
Those who would like to impose rules on me so that I can live better
Goodbye drunks who never go home
Who prefer to be fucked by La Française Des Jeux
Goodbye crooked bankers, the world belongs to them
Goodbye all the pigeons that eat out of their hands
I understand I don't belong here when I plug in the first one.
Farewell France of Joséphine Ange-Gardien
Goodbye hippies, their naivety that won't change anything
Goodbye the SMs, libertines, and all those unhealthy people
Farewell to these committed pseudo-artists
Full of demagogic banalities in the windpipe
Listening to singers lecture me is a pain in the ass
Try to write some good lyrics before you preach it
Goodbye little dumbasses who can only write in short
Goodbye undocumented migrants, tramps, all these piles of garbage
I hate them! Athletes, hooligans in the stadiums
The city dwellers, the hillbillies in their barns
The marginalized, the respectable people
The unemployed, stable jobs, geniuses, fair people
From the greatest scoundrel to the Medal of Merit
From the first lady to the last trans in the country!
*Detonation...*
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Jethro Paris 2016-02-11
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