Le Dernier Putsch
Peste Noire
The Last Coup
Torrents of bombs
In the big cities
Our worst dogs come out of the shadows
Blow up the capital
So that crumble
Your glass and iron towers
So that they roll
In a deafening noise
On their very builders
And your herds, and your icons
And your merchants wearing crowns
Let them sink
Like cream
Feed the sewers!
Let them offer us the cheerful stew
Of their soft putrefaction
Here black plague the faction
Against the modern world
With a bat we will heal
The technocrat
We will pierce
The golden boy's spleen
At the top we will restore
The aristocrat
We will split open
The republic
With a bat we will treat
The plutocrat
We will pierce
The speculators' spleen
At the top we will restore
The aristocrat
Democracy we will split
Open
I have the hooligan blood
And the elitist spirit
With a pocket knife or a cane
I will cross you off the list
The metropolis is a mess
We just put some order
It will make Paupaul rise
To see your big trunk on a stake
Here is my pack, here are your guys
Yes, it's a riot, now get lost
We're causing too much damage