Lyrics: It seems that we are lazy
Yes, repeats the president
That you have to work on Sunday
Or starve in France
That we must fatten the bourgeois
Yes, like the little Chinese do
No more family weekends
Quiet Sundays are over
Yes, but we don't give a fuck
Of these stories, of these confusions...
We prefer to drink beer
than working overtime
Without future, we are without future
Without a future, my brothers
Without future, we are without future
Without future, on earth
Yes, my brothers, nothing has changed
It's always the same motherfuckers
Believe me, they are the real scum
What did your parents put on the straw
It seems that you have to work
Weekends and public holidays
That the employers must be fattened
For 1200 euros per month
Yes, but we don't give a fuck
Of these stories, of these confusions...
We prefer to drink beer
than working overtime
Without future, we are without future
Without a future, my brothers
Without future, we are without future
Without future, on earth