Si la vie vous intéresse [English translation]

I will play the game until the very end

I will work to make all the dough

I want to flash and brag about myself1

I am a sad human of the twenty first century

Don't ask questions, everything's alright

Even if I know that everything is going sideway

That half of my salary

Is necessary to merely win the cash

That I need to go to work

I close my eyes, I don't want to think about it

I also know that I'm a prisoner

Of a huge cage whose bars are gold

That I live on time I've borrowed

from banks and from credit companies

I need my dose, I'm a junkie!

If life interests you

You are at the right period

Come and celebrate this Solemn Mass

Do you feel useless?

Consume! We have stuff

to fill up the hole in your servile lives!

I live in a world of decadence

That delights itself in abundance

And were people put themselves in a trance

In the face of success and of material goods

We're creating artificial pleasure

Society of contradictions

Where rubs shoulder to shoulder bombshell beauties

Stars of hollywood with fake tits

And obese with fat asses on the edge of an heart attack

In this hamburger culture

And despite the gap becoming wider

Between riches and poverty

Me, I don't feel too concerned

As long as all those stuff

Don't happen in my life

I stick my head in my navel 2

If life interests you

You are at the right period

Come and celebrate this Solemn Mass

Do you feel useless?

Consume! We have stuff

to fill up the hole in your servile lives!

For the merchants and the sellers

The bullshitting advertisers

My bank account has interests

I'm no longer human, I'm an ATM

Supersized stores

Supersized portions for the masses

Capitalism : point of no return

Yes Sir! Here are the States in my backyard3

In my backtard

I decided to play the game

I'm in a vicious cycle

Chronically indebted to a system

That is superficial and pernicious

A universe where the verb "to have"

As taken over the verb "to be"

Where all the people make themselves believe

That possession is the only quest

Foregone is the times of temples and churches

Those of our civilisation

Are whores to the glory of merchandise

And of the God of Consumption

Costco, Wal-shit, oh and Loblaw 4

Life is beautiful Alleluia!

If you don't get hard, there's viagra

And Go bless America!

1. Litteraly : break the booze2. "To contemplate one's navel" is a french expression meaning : being egocentric. The author of this song mixes this with the expression "To stick one head in the sand"3. States = United States4. Pun on the fact that "mart" vaguely sounds like a vulgar version of shit(marde) : wal-marde