Tekst :
Dans le coeur de TokyoJ ai des sursauts
Des écrans qui scintillents dans l indicible
Je marche en somnolant
Je souris bêtement
Et je sais qu aujourd hui tout est possible
Plus je glisse et plus j existe
Sans me soucier d aucun détails
Plus je glisse et plus j existe
Ma coeur bataille
Et sans repos
Le sommeil fuit et m alanguit depuis hier
Sans un mot
Une insomnie indécise dans l air
Happé par cette ville
Excentrique
Où la folie ambiante s arrête aux feux rouges
Des modèles appr^étées
En discothèque
Et le matin qui s étire depuis la veille
Quoi qu il arrive j aurai vécu ça
Je peux mourrir demain
Et quoi qu on en dise j ai suivi mon instinct
Et à jamais je garde tout au fond de moi
J ai bien compté tous les moutons
Suivi chaque recoin du plafond
Refait ma bie de large en long
Mais je tourne en rond
Tekst :
Come to my side, give me your handIt`s time that you entered our world
The power we hold, for you will unfold
As long as we keep you alive
Just pledge alliegance
And keep the faith
Disciple
Disciple
Kneel and pray
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh
We are now one and the same
Live by the sword, you`ll die by the sword
Nothing of you will remain
Just pledge alliegance
Never forget
Disciple
Disciple
Bleeding - your life
Stealing - your future
Robbing - you blind
You cannot see
Take what was yours, make this thing mine
Banish your memory today
Holding the torch, wielding the axe
No-one can stand in our way
To make my future
I kill the past
Disciple
Disciple
Tekst :
Living in the wasteland of the free...We got preachers dealing in politics and diamond mines
and their speech is growing increasingly unkind
They say they are Christ s disciples
but they don t look like Jesus to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We got politicians running races on corporate cash
Now don t tell me they don t turn around and kiss them peoples ass
You may call me old-fashioned
but that don t fit my picture of a true democracy
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We got CEO s making two hundred times the workers pay
but they ll fight like hell against raising the minimum wage
and If you don t like it, mister, they ll ship your job
to some third-world country cross the sea
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let s blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free
We got little kids with guns fighting inner city wars
So what do we do, we put these little kids behind prison doors
and we call ourselves the advanced civilization
that sounds like crap to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We got high-school kids running round in Calvin Klein and Guess
who cannot pass a sixth-grade reading test
but if you ask them, they can tell you
the name of every crotch on mTV
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win
Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin
but he s standing up for what he believes in
and that seems pretty damned American to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let s blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free
While we sit gloating in our greatness
justice is sinking to the bottom of the sea
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free.