The next song is dedicated to our pal Nibor, who got stabbed during a music festival, by a neo-nazi activist. That's it!1
Between the fire and the ice, there's us
Our chaotic pathways and insane asylums
Bad seeds sown much to the chagrin of of their schools
That shamelessly send us to a beheaded future
Butcherable scrimps, carvable and malleable
And alcoholic cops who are just waiting to spill the beans
Guinea-pig bastards, here's that they did of our fate
Don't be surprised if we go elsewhere to write our logbook
Legal harassment, strong-arm police check
To think we are looking to be liked would be the most mistaken thesis
In the middle of this nothing, we watch closely, and from afar
The years that pass cogitating like dogs
The techniques are varied, some seem to be born butchers
And other operate like patented surgeons
Apparently it would be a question of terrorism and sabotage
Of fundamentalism, extremism and banditry
Don't you worry, they found the right way to shut you up
With registered letters or commercial spots
A few well-meaning souls, in the police world
Won't be enough to get the steelyard out of the vice
So, what do you expect me to answer?
That carrying out your dirty job still stems from right?
Shut up!
No right-thinking theory
I'm starting to understand the rules of this game whose they are part and parcel
[Chorus](X2)
When the Justice is erecting its higher bonfires
When the witch hunt is open and decreed
By scaring people, they control what they want to
And in the firing line, our nasty faces are what's left.
The outside is hostile, even well-maintained
By brave landscape workers who plant flowers on top
The power of these countries fits on a big washing machine
The Emiratis know that well just like these retired torturers
They rule ith a high hand a flock who's happy to work
Four generations of C license without naturalisation2
Propaganda by the handful, colour Waffen-SS
Constantly confirms what we're saying for so many years
I do without coherence if it's about walking straight
Or about swearing allegiance to way too narrow halls
I know where I'm from, where I'm headed to
It's enough for me
And I don't have lessons to take from anyone, keep that in mind
The war is cold, or even of low intensity
Whoever wishes to prove me wrong can think about his arguments
In view of the mob and the sharks scanning the sides
There's no reason for us to behave kindly
They take one to make an example
One hundred others make off behind
Dissuasion holds water on the other side of the fence
It's at the foot of the wall that you can recognize the true tough guys
As for the rest what I measure is the actions and the content of the hard disk
Leave behind you the ones who decided to drag their feet
In turf wars between blows to the back and low blows
We don't have time anymore for this kind of things
And as for the spokes in the wheels, you know what we propose...
1. http://lemotdeplumenoire.blog.tdg.ch/archive/2012/06/25/neo-nazi-a-la-fe...2. In Swiss (Karine Guignard aka La Gale is Swiss), the C license or permis C is a license delivered to foreign national living in Swiss for almost 5 to 10 years, which allows them to work, to move from a Swiss canton to another, to own real estate, but doesn't officially make them Swiss.