Le Peuple À L'œil

Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The people under surveillance.
Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The people under surveillance.

You look like a little king
Swollen with pride.
But like everyone, you'll end up
In a coffin.
And on that day, I'll celebrate
I'll be happy,
If they haven't cut off my head,
Fileted my teeth,
For daring to stand up
To the president.

Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The people under surveillance.
And the media, don't get me started
They're all the same,
They only work for you,
Their wallet.
Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The people under surveillance.

Worried cops, army on the move,
Weapons in their eyes.
Another war for who knows what,
Damn gods,
Gods of oil and God of employment,
They come in pairs,
Like the balls I'll need
To live happily,
Away from your rules and your law
Out of your game.

Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The people under surveillance.
It's becoming a big mess
France in mourning.
You spread propaganda left and right
You terrorize,
One moment the fear of attacks,
One moment the crisis.
But don't rejoice too soon,
I'm not alone.
In the small alleys where I live,
I hear people yelling.
There are millions of people like me,
Who are fed up,
With your tasers and your laws
Your executioners,
Who try to stifle our joys
Even if it means going after our kids.

Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The kids under surveillance.
Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The kids under surveillance.
Cops at the foot, army at the beck and call,
The kids under surveillance.

To arms, citizens,
To arms.
To arms, citizens,
Let's go dismantle these dogs.

To arms, citizens,
To arms.
To arms, citizens,
Let's go dismantle these dogs.
Let's go dismantle these dogs.