With Citroën, no more problems
With Banania, no more omerta.
And to save the economy, as Eisenhower said,
"You have to buy, buy anything!"

Why not isolate ourselves in personal figures,
Even more private, even more human,
Dream of modernity, individual glory
And finally feel happy and free, in the most expensive Good.
The communards killed to the last so that you too can finally inherit…

Billions of millions are walking around
And without sharing, they order life in the arena
And as a bonus gift, less hatred than contempt,
More desire than envy, more reason than calculation.
At our feet, the states bring us back
Registered bodies, claim of authority,
And as a bonus gift, the producers of losers
Offer you all their contempt and restaurant checks

No, nothing is free, not even the most essential,
Who will be able to renounce his right to property,
To all his empty homes fourteen months in the year,
To all his prisons full of hungry bureaucrats!

How many lootings do our democracies depend on
And Bruckner who would not want to feel guilty.
In the next episode we will finally know
Who killed life and the shame of being a man.
Lucifer or Saint Paul?
Christ or Leclerc? Danone or Force Ouvrière?
We found sperm on the pillow

Billions of millions are walking around
And without sharing, they order life in the arena
And as a bonus gift, less hatred than contempt,
More desire than envy, more reason than calculation.
At our feet, the states bring us back
Registered bodies, claim of authority,
And as a bonus gift, the producers of losers
Offer you all their contempt and restaurant checks

And as a bonus gift:
A nice big shitty life,
A nice good big shitty life,
A nice good big shitty life,
A nice good big shitty life,
A nice good big shitty life.

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