Verse 1 With a smile on our lips, but the urge to weep, In a looping world where everything sinks deep. The white-collars stay cool, hiding behind AC breeze, Watching the homeland sink to its knees. While our firefighters and our brave farmers try To save what remains, standing tall and high. Chorus Oh, welcome to the land of winners, of golden incompetents! Where we walk on our heads and mock fate's persistence. Inside the algorithmic matrix where everything's mapped before, It's the bitter big circus, France's epic folklore. Verse 2 The State wants to watch, right down to your living room, Install cameras everywhere, be a sheep in the gloom! Then comes the sorting hour: at what age are we too old? A financial dead weight, a vulgar piece of mold... And all the while, the cheap news on the screen Counts up the drownings, losing the plot unseen. Chorus Oh, welcome to the land of winners, of golden incompetents! Where we walk on our heads and mock fate's persistence. Inside the algorithmic matrix where everything's mapped before, It's the bitter big circus, France's epic folklore. Bridge And Science & Vie assures us, the great turnaround is here: Our vegetarian ancestors held giant barbecues, oh dear! We must unlearn everything, forget the past we knew, To better swallow the history they just rewrote anew. Outro So the sky turns red, smoke rises from afar, The world calls in vain for a destiny's star... Run for your life, or laugh at this dance so tense, In the absurd kingdom of France's winners' defense.
