Jeffrey Lewis — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Systematic Death
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Paroles
System, system, system — Death in life!
System, system, system — The surgeon’s knife!
System, system, system — Hacking at the cord!
System, system, system — A child is born!
Poor little fucker, poor little kid
Never asked for life, no, she never did!
Poor little baby, poor little mite
Crying out for food as her parents fight…
Crying out for food as her parents fight!
System, system, system — Send him to school
System, system, system — Force him to crawl…
System, system, system — Teach him how to cheat!
System, system, system — Kick him off his feet!
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad
They’ll pet him if he’s good, and they’ll beat him if he’s bad!
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap
They’ll force-feed his mind with their useless crap
Force-feed his mind with their useless crap!
System, system, system — They’ll teach her how to cook!
System, system, system — Teach her how to look
System, system, system — They’ll teach her all the tricks!
System, system, system — Create another victim for their greasy pricks
Poor little girly, poor little wench
Another little object to prod and pinch
Poor little sweety, poor little filly;
They’ll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly
Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly!
System, system, system — He’s grown to be a man
System, system, system — Taught to fit the plan
System, system, system — Forty years of jobs!
System, system, system — Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs
Poor fucking worker, poor little serf
Working like a mule for half of what he’s worth
Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent
Working for the cash that he’s already spent
Working for the cash that he’s already spent!
He’s selling his life — She’s his loyal wife;
Timid as a mouse, she’s got her litle house
He’s got his little car, and they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals — you know, something that appeals
Sometimes, he works 'til late, so his supper has to wait
But she doesn’t really mind, 'cos he’s getting overtime
He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day
'Cos every little counts as the cost of living mounts
They do the pools each week, hoping for that lucky break;
Then they’d take a trip abroad, do all the things they can’t afford
She’d really like to have a fur, he’d like a bigger car
They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show
He might think of leaving work, but, no, he wouldn’t like a shirk
He’d much prefer to stay, and get his honest day’s pay
He’s got a life of work ahead — there’s no rest for the dead
And she’s tried to make it nice, he’s said «Thank you,» once or twice
System, system, system — Deprived of any hope
System, system, system — Taught they couldn’t cope. (I know!)
System, system, system — Slaves right from the start
System, system, system — Til death do them part!
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair
Had their lives stolen, but they didn’t really care…
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks;
Victims of the system and it’s cruel jokes
Victims of the system and it’s cruel jokes!
The couple views the wreckage, and dreams of home sweet home;
They’d almost paid the mortgage, when the system dropped its bomb
Traduction des paroles
Système, système, système — la Mort dans la vie!
SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME — le couteau du chirurgien!
Système, Système, Système-piratage du cordon!
Système, système, système — Un enfant est né!
Pauvre petit enculé, pauvre petit gamin
Jamais demandé la vie, non, elle ne l'a jamais fait!
Pauvre petit bébé, pauvre petit acarien
Criant pour la nourriture que ses parents se battent…
Criant pour la nourriture que ses parents se battent!
Système, système, système — lui Envoyer à l'école
Système, système, système — le Forcer à ramper…
Système, système, système — lui apprendre à tricher!
SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME-le botter les pieds!
Pauvre petit écolier, pauvre petit garçon
Ils le caresseront s'il est bon, et ils le battront s'il est mauvais!
Pauvre enfant, pauvre petit bonhomme
Ils vont forcer son esprit avec leurs conneries inutiles
Forcer son esprit avec leur merde inutile!
Système, système, système — Ils vont lui apprendre à cuisiner!
Système, système, système — lui apprendre à regarder
Système, système, système-ils vont lui apprendre tous les trucs!
SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME-créer une autre victime pour leurs piqûres graisseuses
Pauvre petite fille, pauvre petite fille
Un autre petit objet à aiguiser et pincer
Pauvre petite sweety, pauvre petite pouliche;
Ils vont baiser son esprit afin qu'ils puissent la baiser stupide
Baise son esprit afin qu'ils puissent la baiser stupide!
Système, système, système — Il est devenu un homme
Système, Système, Système — enseigné pour s'adapter au plan
SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME, SYSTÈME-quarante ans d'emplois!
Système, Système, Système — pousser les petits boutons, tirer les petits boutons
Pauvre ouvrier, pauvre petit serf
Travailler comme une mule pour la moitié de ce qu'il vaut
Pauvre greffeur, pauvre petit gent
Travailler pour l'argent qu'il a déjà dépensé
Travailler pour l'argent qu'il a déjà dépensé!
Il vend sa vie-c'est sa fidèle femme;
Timide comme une souris, elle a sa petite maison
Il a sa petite voiture, et ils partagent le bar à cocktails
Elle aime cuisiner ses repas - vous savez, quelque chose qui fait appel