A keresés eredménye

Children are born at dawn
And kill themselves in June
Panicked by school failure
Some hang themselves
Other go without a word
Their father's gun on their shoulder
To shoot up the teacher's lounge
Like a last show of force

We teach them to hate
Or to think too well
They have no critical thinking
They are the panic-children
In this jungle of a world
Where their teachers shit on them
It's enough to drive you crazy
They fight in the streets

They run away, they slam the door
They choose to struggle
And on the Beaubourg pavement
They look for a bit of love
At the bottom of staircases
In all the big housing projects
They loiter, they live in gangs
These are the Endangered Minors

They struggle in the neighbourhood
And drugs come to them
So they let themselves get trapped
Habituation closes their eyes
They aren't cautious
And they have no money
But be fucking careful
Of prostitution

Robbery become their law
They would do anything
They deal and run on poison
And they get stranded in prison
And when Christmas comes
With its debauchery of cash
They have no choice except
To O.D. between two pigs

They don't know about China
Or the Youth Movement
But they take fine death/morphine
And they don't give a shit about anything else
Listen, youth of France
Be united to win
The future isn't in violence
But in solidarity!

Listen, deranged youth
Be united to win
The future isn't in violence
But in solidarity!