Petit message à nos élus (Crooked crowns) :
They sit on thrones of gold, built on our sweat,
Promising salvation, but we’re drowning in debt.
They raise their glasses, toast to our pain,
While pocketing taxes in their private champagne.
Oh, they weave their lies, so slick and so grand,
Selling us poison from a snake oil stand.
They laugh in the shadows, they scheme in the light,
Turning our struggles into their birthright.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
They invent a plague, oh, what a surprise,
Pushing their pills with those crocodile eyes.
“Trust in us!” they cry, with a wink and a grin,
But their medicine’s venom, and we’re sick from within.
Oh, they spin their tales, a masterful con,
While the people go hungry, their wealth carries on.
They’re the wolves in suits, with their silver-tongued charms,
Leaving us broken, but they’re safe in their arms.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
Oh, darling, don’t worry, they’ve got it in hand,
They’ll tax your last penny for their promised land.
With a smirk and a nod, they’ll peddle their lies,
Building their empires while the innocent cry.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
So raise your voice, let the truth burn bright,
We’re done with their games, we’re ready to fight.
Their crooked crowns will crumble and fall,
The people will rise, we’ll take back it all.
They sit on thrones of gold, built on our sweat,
Promising salvation, but we’re drowning in debt.
They raise their glasses, toast to our pain,
While pocketing taxes in their private champagne.
Oh, they weave their lies, so slick and so grand,
Selling us poison from a snake oil stand.
They laugh in the shadows, they scheme in the light,
Turning our struggles into their birthright.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
They invent a plague, oh, what a surprise,
Pushing their pills with those crocodile eyes.
“Trust in us!” they cry, with a wink and a grin,
But their medicine’s venom, and we’re sick from within.
Oh, they spin their tales, a masterful con,
While the people go hungry, their wealth carries on.
They’re the wolves in suits, with their silver-tongued charms,
Leaving us broken, but they’re safe in their arms.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
Oh, darling, don’t worry, they’ve got it in hand,
They’ll tax your last penny for their promised land.
With a smirk and a nod, they’ll peddle their lies,
Building their empires while the innocent cry.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
So raise your voice, let the truth burn bright,
We’re done with their games, we’re ready to fight.
Their crooked crowns will crumble and fall,
The people will rise, we’ll take back it all.
Petit message à nos élus (Crooked crowns) :
They sit on thrones of gold, built on our sweat,
Promising salvation, but we’re drowning in debt.
They raise their glasses, toast to our pain,
While pocketing taxes in their private champagne.
Oh, they weave their lies, so slick and so grand,
Selling us poison from a snake oil stand.
They laugh in the shadows, they scheme in the light,
Turning our struggles into their birthright.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
They invent a plague, oh, what a surprise,
Pushing their pills with those crocodile eyes.
“Trust in us!” they cry, with a wink and a grin,
But their medicine’s venom, and we’re sick from within.
Oh, they spin their tales, a masterful con,
While the people go hungry, their wealth carries on.
They’re the wolves in suits, with their silver-tongued charms,
Leaving us broken, but they’re safe in their arms.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
Oh, darling, don’t worry, they’ve got it in hand,
They’ll tax your last penny for their promised land.
With a smirk and a nod, they’ll peddle their lies,
Building their empires while the innocent cry.
Crooked crowns, they’re stealing the show,
Robbing the poor while the coffers overflow.
Fake viruses, fake cures, they’re selling the fear,
Dance to their tune, but the devil’s right here!
So raise your voice, let the truth burn bright,
We’re done with their games, we’re ready to fight.
Their crooked crowns will crumble and fall,
The people will rise, we’ll take back it all.
