And the violence caused silence
Who are we mistaken
But you see it's me
it's not my family
In your head, in your head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
On their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
What's in your head, in your head ?
Zombie, zombie, zombie
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taken over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme since 1916(ninetheen-sixteen)
In your head, in your head they're still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns
In your head, In your head they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
What's in your head, in your head ?
Zombie, zombie, zombie
Je suis une pétasse. De celles que vous ne pouvez supporter ; de la pire espèce, une pétasse du XVI, mieux habillée que la maitresse de votre patron. Si vous êtes serveur dans un endroit "branché" ou vendeur dans une boutique de luxe, vous me souhaitez sans doute la mort, à moi, et à mes pareilles. Je suis un pur produit de la Think Pink generation, mon credo : sois belle et consomme.
Parce qu'on sais jamais sur qui sa va tomber, qui sera le prochain. Peut-être vous, peut-être un proche, puis un autre ou encore un autre. On ne sais jamais.