FEMALE VOICE Calling us the female vox! Putting us in a different box! Just because of the female vox! However, untill it rox! Female voice! Happy to hear a female voice! But listen to the sound! Read our lips above all! Won't judge on our gender! Female voice! Je suis la fille, Je suis le chant féminin, Je suis le quotat pour faire bien, Je suis la bonne conscience anti-sexiste, Je suis la voix femelle. Je suis le cri qu'on entend enfin Pour devenir un cliché à la fin. Je suis la voix femelle Mais suis-je la voix des femelles? La mujer que canta La heroina que grita No somos nada de eso Somos esa que adoras Somos la niña pura No somos nada de eso Oublies que je suis une femme Mais ne l'oublie jamais. Je suis la voix femelle Mais suis-je la voix des femelles? Calling us the female vox! Putting us in a different box! Just because of the female vox! Doesn't matter, untill it rox! Female voice! CIRCLE PIT FUCK OFF bare-chested and perspiring, Cock fighting into the pit, Sticky of testosterone, Can't you see your mistake? I don't need this at a gig I would like to avoid this I'm here to have a break Why don't you get away? You and I, we never gonna be friend If you refuse to change Stupid redneck AD IMUM 82 Indebitably, staying on their way! Saying it's a disease, a sin or a vice! A man with a women are made to be fit! In society, nothing have evolved! Stares, insults, sex object and jokes! I only stand it hopping it will change! DUSK OF THE LIVING DEAD The dead are wriggling under the ground They are gliding across the clay Begin to walkin' outside the vaults Invadin' the streets and bittin the youngs Would it, would it, would it be worse? Skulls are spliting and brains spilling out Bodies disembowel and guts spilling out Corpses are starving, guys running out Zombies are feasting, people crying out Zombies are masters, we're not anymore! No more money, no use anymore! No more preacher, no god anymore! No more future, we're not anymore! FRANCE JUIN 2007 Un voile gris tombe sur le pays, il nous étouffe, il nous colle à la peau. La liste de ceux dont la mort est liée à la police ces dernières semaines s'allonge. Écrasé par une voiture de police, mort dans un fourgon, dans une cellule de dégrisement, tombé de la fenêtre d'un commissariat, noyé dans une rivière, retrouvé pendu dans un centre de rétention. Puis le pouvoir rafle partout, dans les cafés, devant les écoles, arrache une dame agée de sa baignoire... Mais pourtant, le régime ronronne. Les partis politiques et les syndicats ont eu leur canigou. Le président les reçoit, les consulte, ils sont "considérés", il y a des ministres de gauche. C'est du jamais vu en France. Les médias, plus soumis que jamais, adorent leur président "actif" et son gouvernement d'"ouverture". Mais, à Belleville, une foule de 200 personnes s'est dressée contre la police et ses grenades lacrymogènes pour s'opposer à une rafle, dans l'avion pour Bamako les passager en colère ont empêché une expulsion d'une violence rare. Violente police! Violence d'état! NIK TA KLINIK I'm not fucking ill I just want to be myself I don't ask for something else I'm not crazy I don't need your drugs I just want to be myself I didn't ask you anything Just go away I've don't ask for anything I'm going anywhere Your mean psychiatrist bloc Isn't on my way I just want to be myself I don't ask for something else I'm not crazy I don't need your drugs MY COUNTRY We hate to work,we hate the boss, But we can't live without it! We hate the cops, we hate the court, But we want their protection! We hate selection and competion, But they have formated us! Hate politicians but we run to vote Bittin' those who don't! Emergency state against some kids; Soccer saves our homeland! Proud of our culture, global TV show, Hiding bloody records! My country! THE PARTY Will I go to this party? It seems to be fun.. I can't decide.. It's Party everyday! Beers everywhere! As every party, Everybody gonna sing! Everybody gonna scream! Everybody gonna dance! I've been to this party! It was really fun, i can't deny! As every party, Everybody's singing! Everybody's screaming! Everybody's dancing! Everybody's drinking! Everybody's puking! WEAPON CITY Living in weapon city, It's such a great town with wonderfull industries Where you can find a job Making the grand famas and the peacefull flashball! Workers go to weapon city and be proud of your factory... Look your famas in a child's hand, shooting other children in the street! Your peacefull flashball kill people for your own protection! So now tell me: How many arguments must we hear to destroy the war industry? Can't you see your pride is covered with blood? No! I'm not proud of your guilt!