𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈!

Another bill, another tax, Another fucking deduction at the end of the month. They tell us, “You gotta make sacrifices, monsieur!” While these pigs stuff their pockets with our money. Ah, putain... magnifique. I get up early, I ride the train, I sell my time just to put food on the table. They take their cut from every paycheck, And after all that? Presque rien! Almost fucking nothing! VAT, payroll tax, income tax, Always another fucking line to take what I have! They talk about solidarité, public services, Liberté, égalité — yeah, merci beaucoup! I pay a goddamn fortune in taxes, And this country looks more fucked every day. Alors, monsieur le gouvernement... Give us our fucking money back! I don't want to be rich, I just want to breathe, Live a decent fucking life, is that too much for me? Every bill, every month, every overdraft, J'en ai marre! I cannot take this crap! I'm not paying a fucking fortune in taxes So these assholes can blow it on whores and cocaine! I work all fucking year, I count every euro, While they party with the money they took from us! Give us our fucking money back, you bastards! Rendez le fric! Not one more cent for the whores! Give us our fucking money back, you bastards! Ça suffit! Enough with the fucking coke! They promise better days ahead, More empty speeches from these fucking liars. “Everybody must sacrifice! Everybody must pay!” Ah bon? Très bien! But never you, eh? Another tax inside my mailbox, Another slap when I check my bank account. I look around — what the fuck do I see? Broken roads and services dying around me! They take our money with a beautiful smile, “Merci, monsieur! Now wait a little while.” Wait? Encore?! I've waited enough! Show me the numbers! Show me the stuff! Show me where the fucking money went! Where the fuck did all our money go? Who blew it? Who pissed it away? We pay and pay — encore, encore! So what the fuck do we get anyway? Forms to fill! Merde! Waiting lines! Merde! Closed bureaux! Merde! Broken machines! Merde! And when I finally lose my shit, They say: “Monsieur... you must wait.” Wait? Wait for what, putain?! I paid my share! I paid my taxes! I paid my fucking dues! Payé! Payé! Payé! So now— Give! Us! Our! Fucking! Money! Back! I'm not paying a fucking fortune in taxes So these assholes can blow it on whores and cocaine! I work all fucking year, I count every euro, While they party with the money they took from us! Give us our fucking money back, you bastards! Rendez le fric! Not one more fucking cent! Give us our fucking money back, you bastards! Ça suffit! Ça suffit! Enough with the fucking coke! It's my money. It's my work. It's my fucking time. Mon argent. Mon travail. Ma putain de vie. So tell me... Where the hell did it go? When you come knocking for your next fucking cut, Don't be surprised when we tell you— Give us our fucking money back! Rendez le fric! Give us our fucking money back! Rendez le fric! Give us our fucking money back, you bastards! Ça suffit, putain!