Mort Aux Cons
Tagada Jones
Death to Assholes
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Where have all the comrades gone
Those who built barricades in protests
Who sang death to the bosses?
Where have all the comrades gone who always stood up
Who sang the international and preached revolution?
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Where have all the comrades gone, the leaders, the general strikes
Those who used to stand up and dare to shout death to assholes?
Where have all the comrades gone, the slogans and freshly painted dark-colored palisades
Words of struggle and rallying cries?
The comrades are far away!
Their military music is back, the brown shirt in style
The comrades are far away!
The red turns to navy blue and I vomit their doctrine
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Where have all the comrades gone, the workers, the supporters who every time the old asshole came out dared to shout death to the front?
Where have all the comrades gone, the populists, the wretched?
They kiss the asses of the Thénardiers before getting screwed!
The comrades are far away!
Their military music is back, the brown shirt in style
The comrades are far away!
The red turns to navy blue and I vomit their doctrine
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Today it's a mess, the comrades have left
The extremists boast, objective: The government
The militiamen are full of hope, they are reaching the doors of power
Far from the time when we sang never more than 20%!
The comrades are far away!
Their military music is back, the brown shirt in style
The comrades are far away!
The red turns to navy blue and I vomit their doctrine
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Whether you're black, whether you're white
Whether you're Christian, Jewish, or Muslim
Whether you're atheist or without a faction
Sing with us this death to assholes!
Whether you're black, whether you're white
Whether you're Christian, Jewish, or Muslim
Whether you're atheist or without a faction
Sing with us this death to assholes!
Death to assholes
Death to assholes
