Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Antisocial, artist - Trust. Date of issue: 13.05.1980
Song language: French
Antisocial(original) |
| Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale |
| Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal |
| Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du métro |
| Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas |
| Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle |
| Impossible d’avancer sans ton gilet pare-balles |
| Tu voudrais donner des yeux à la justice |
| Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices |
| Antisocial, tu perds ton sang-froid |
| Repense à toutes ces années de service |
| Antisocial, bientôt les années de sévices |
| Enfin, le temps perdu qu’on ne rattrape plus |
| Ecraser les gens est devenu ton passe-temps |
| En les éclaboussant, tu deviens gênant |
| Dans ton désespoir, il reste un peu d’espoir |
| Celui de voir les gens sans fard et moins bâtards |
| Mais cesse de faire le point, serre plutôt les poings |
| Bouge de ta retraite, ta conduite est trop parfaite |
| Relève la gueule, je suis là, t’es pas seul |
| Ceux qui hier t’enviaient, aujourd’hui te jugeraient |
| Antisocial, antisocial, antisocial, antisocial… |
| (translation) |
| You work your whole life to pay for your tombstone |
| You hide your face reading your newspaper |
| You walk like a robot in the corridors of the subway |
| People don't touch you, you have to take the first step |
| You would like to dialogue without passing the ball |
| Impossible to move forward without your bulletproof vest |
| You would give eyes to justice |
| Impossible to rape this woman full of vices |
| Antisocial, you lose your cool |
| Think back to all those years of service |
| Antisocial, soon the years of abuse |
| Finally, the lost time that we no longer make up for |
| Crushing people has become your hobby |
| By splashing them, you become awkward |
| In your despair, there's still a little hope |
| That of seeing people unvarnished and less bastards |
| But stop taking stock, clench your fists instead |
| Get out of your retirement, your driving is too perfect |
| Roll up, I'm here, you're not alone |
| Those who yesterday envied you, today would judge you |
| Antisocial, antisocial, antisocial, antisocial… |