Beautiful Loser

Flipping from one thing to another: from Rihanna's black eye
To the Mentos and Diet Coke geyser,
From channel to channel, from Ilan to Youssouf Fofana,
From Obama to Loana's breaststroke,
Two chicks and their '...'.
(why am I watching this? It doesn't get me anywhere, obviously!
Daft Punk on the fingers,
Miss Amanda, the pera and the francs cfa,
A blonde girl in coupe-decale from Guadeloupe,)
A ninja, afro haircut, playing with nunchucks,
Autopsy photos of Tupac Shakur.
Every day, I go from morbid to trivial,
Get lost in a maze of useless images.
A girl stacking cups in a pyramid,
I think she's quick and I'm wasting my time.
In the Thames, we surf with dynamite, buddy,
To have our fifteen minutes of fame as Andy said.

People, people, people, people...
Beautiful losers...

Sit up straight and listen,
Just too much information,
Please won't you let me be,
Is it my own choice, that it puzzles me so?
Stop! need to turn you off, yes it's time to go...
Calmness breeds imagination,
And silence punctuates the sound,
It's a very numbing feeling as
Our pencils hit the ground,
The quiet fire of revolution,
Once again starts inside.

People, people, people, people...
Beautiful losers...

A revolution sponsored by Nokia;
The suffering of a state in Neda's eyes,
Forgive me if I don't dwell
But I prefer the helicopter Kama Sutra way.
Amy on crack, Britney with the magic 8 ball,
Laure with her butt out, comfortable, like Paris, did you see the scene?
(My pupils are square, eyes bloodshot
From staring at the screen within the screen.
I fall in line, slowly, without momentum,
Losing my time in wandering, plan after plan.)
Rigged like 'cell phones and popcorn',
Yankee like gun ports and hot dogs!
Ray-Ban and top model, in the midst of a crisis putting on skis,
Bankable like Bruni Tedeschi.
Little wit, just Ness-bi,
Life a pale copy,
An industry stuttering,
An industry stuttering.