Plus rien ne m’étonne

So
The more I move forward, the more I grow
Ah, I've seen it all
I keep repeating myself
Two years ago, I didn’t understand much: Now it’s worse

Since when do you have to do geeky stuff to get popular?
They’d post their parents’ sex tapes for more clicks
No one can find a steady job, even with a Master’s degree
My pizza guy knows how to fix satellites
Fashion is V-necks, sweaters, shirts, and vests
Teachers, bankers, accountants have all become stylish
We share our lives with strangers to feel like we exist
I just saw an old lady have a heart attack, first instinct: I tweeted it!
It wouldn’t shock me if the insults in our heads were bleeped out
Profiled, at your ringtone I know your personality
Around me, cocaine seems so cliché
I wouldn’t be surprised if I learned my grandparents were sniffing

Nothing surprises me anymore
No, no, nothing surprises me anymore
Nothing surprises me anymore
No, no, nothing surprises me anymore
The more I move forward, the more jaded I become

There are plenty of normal people outside, but I see them on TV
You can be a celebrity and work at Ed the grocer
The more the show dumbs me down, the more I want to watch it
I wouldn’t mind if Direct 8 replaced Arte
The kids go to school decked out in Gucci, Louis Vuitton
Soon there’ll be VIP sections in high schools
Our scooters were unrestricted, now it’s their sexuality
I wouldn’t be shocked if Marc Dorcel bought Walt Disney
Moms are getting facelifts, girls are getting plastic surgery
Soon eight-year-olds will be wearing a 90B
I wouldn’t be surprised to find lube in Kinder eggs
I just want to slap all these Justin Bieber clones

Nothing surprises me anymore
No, no, nothing surprises me anymore
Nothing surprises me anymore
No, no, nothing surprises me anymore
The more I move forward, the more jaded I become

They get scholarships to pay for their studies, but not from the state
They’d put trailers on campus, I wouldn’t be shocked
Close the libraries: We have PS3s
There are cameras everywhere: Your fifteen minutes of fame don’t interest me
You know the moves, hoping Tecktonik makes a comeback
You still wear Wayfarers, they’ve been out of style for two weeks
We’re sowing terror in the minds of voters
I wouldn’t be surprised if Wes Craven did the noon news
I’m scared, my brain’s capacity is decreasing
Doctor, my planet is out of whack like a missed pill
I could run into Michael on the next corner
Nothing surprises me anymore: I’m not naive enough to have an opinion

Nothing surprises me anymore
No, no, nothing surprises me anymore
Nothing surprises me anymore
No, no, nothing surprises me anymore
The more I move forward, the more jaded I become