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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #210
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
SuZQ - vocals, translation; Greg Will - beat;
Rights
G.A.M.
Uploaded
January 01, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:53
Story behind the song
There's nothing quite like the feeling of singing this song to a stony-faced line of riot cops.
Lyrics
Here are the original french lyrics:
Oh, je n’oublierai pas devant nous, les casqués
Les fusils lance-grenades et les grands boucliers
Tout ça pour nous forcer quand nous n’avions pour nous
Que nos poings, le bon droit, et puis quelques cailloux.
D’abord on s’avançait en frappant dans les mains
Y en avait parmi eux de vrais têtes de gamins
Les regards s’affrontaient, face à face, de tout près
Eux devaient la boucler, nous pas, et on chantait:
Allez les gars combien on vous paye
Combien on vous paye pour faire ça
Allez les gars combien on vous paye
Combien on vous paye pour faire ça
Combien ça vaut, quel est le prix
De te faire détester ainsi
Par tout ces gens qu’tu connais pas
Qui sans ça n’auraient rien contre toi
Tu sais nous on n’est pas méchants
On ne grenade pas les enfants
On nous attaque, on se défend
Désolé si c’est toi qui prends
Pense à ceux pour qui tu travailles
Qu’on n’voit jamais dans la bataille
Pendant qu’ tu encaisses des cailloux
Empain-Schneider ramasse les sous
Avoue franchement, c’est quand même pas
La vie qu’t’avais rêvé pour toi,
Cogner des gens pour faire tes heures
T’aurais mieux fait d’rester chômeur.
Je ne me fais guère d’illusions
Sur la portée de cette chanson
Je sais qu’tu vas pas hésiter
Dans deux minutes à m’castagner
Je sais qu’tu vas pas hésiter
T’es bien dressé, baratiné,
Mais au moins j’aurai essayé
Avant les bosses de te causer.
(c) G.A.M. http://asso.gamca.free.fr/
Translation:
Oh, I'll never forget them in front of us,
the robo-cops in their big blue bus
with tear-gas, guns, grenades, tasers and shields
to force unarmed protesters to yield.
First we walked forward, clapping our hands,
chanting our chants and dancing out dance.
We looked at each other. Some of them were just boys.
They stood stony-faced as we raised our voice, singing:
[Chorus:]
Come on boys, how much do we pay you?
How much do we pay you to do that?
Come on boys, how much do we pay you?
How much do we pay you to do that?
How much is it worth? What is your price
to beat up people? Baby, it's not nice!
All of these people that you don't even know
who otherwise would have nothing against you!
You know us, we're not that bad.
We don't throw grenades at kids.
If you attack, baby, we fight back.
I'm really sorry if you get a whack, so:
[Chorus]
Think of the ones whom you're fighting for
who don't fight their own battles when they make class war.
While you get stones thrown at your head
Halliburton stays safe in bed.
Admit it, boys, all the same,
this job ain't gonna bring you fortune and fame.
Beating up people while clocking time?
You would have done better on the welfare line!
[Chorus]
I've got no illusions. I've got no doubt
about how this song is gonna turn out.
In a minute our two, your rifle's cocked and ready.
Gonna try all your weapons out on me.
You're psyched and primed, and you've been well-trained.
You won't hesitate to cause me pain.
But at least before the fighting starts, I will have tried
to reach out to the other side. So:
[Chorus]
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