Au bout

 

Toute la journée derrière moi
Et toute la nuit sur le dos
Dans la chaleur ou dans l'froid
Ils me poussent sur les tréteaux
Leurs galas, leurs récitals
J'en ai vraiment plein l'dos
Et à tous ces bourreaux
Je souhaite le supplice du pal

Ils vont me tuer
Je vais crever
Tous ils m'exploitent
Jusqu'à me battre

Et puis mon impresario
Il s'enrichit sur mon dos
"Non coco faut l'faire
C'est pour minuterie"
Les filles qui s'jettent sur moi
Celles qui escaladent le toit
Celles qui disent et moi et moi
Oh comme je m'en mords le chinois

Je n'en peux plus
Ils vont me tuer
Oui ils m'ont eu
Je vais crever

Mais l'pire c'est qu'mon parolier
Non seulement il est fou à lier
Mais il voudrait m'faire chanter
Que des histoires d'obsédés
Je n'dors plus je n'mange plus
J'ai maigri, je suis aigri
J'suis malade j'fais plus pipi ni caca
J'suis pas vieux mais j'en peux plus

Je n'en peux plus
Ils vont me tuer
Oui ils m'ont eu
Je vais crever

Aidez-moi j'vous en supplie
A r'trouver l'goût d'la vie
Aidez-moi j'vous en conjure
J'me tape la tête contre les murs

Je n'en peux plus
Je vais pleurer
Je suis foutu
Ils vont me tuer
Au secours!
Au secours!
Au secours!
Au secours!
Au secours!

L'idole (je n'en peux plus) - Jacques Dutronc

La Rage

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

Killing in the Name - Rage Against The Machine

Putain de titre, et putain d'album - La grosse claque de 1992. Novateur, percutant, léché, peaufiné, rien à jeter