Trust — Antisocial song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Antisocial" by Trust.
Lyrics
Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale,
Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal,
Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du metro,
Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas,
Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle,
Impossible d’avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle.
Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice
Imposssible de violer cette femme pleine de vices.
Antisocial, tu pers ton sang froid.
Repense a toutes ces annees de service.
Antisocial, bientot les annees de sevices,
Enfin le temps perdu qu’on ne rattrape plus.
Ecraser les gens est devenu ton passe-temps.
En les eclaboussant, tu deviens genant.
Dans ton desespoir, il reste un peu d’espoir
Celui de voir les gens sans fard et moins batards.
Mais cesse de faire le point, serre plutot les poings,
Bouge de ta retraite, ta conduite est trop parfaite
Releve la gueule, je suis la, t’es pas seul
Ceux qui t’enviaient, aujourd’hui te jugeraient.
Antisocial, tu pers ton sang froid.
Repense a toutes ces annees de service.
Antisocial, bientot les annees de sevices,
Enfin le temps perdu qu’on ne rattrape plus, qu’on ne rattrape plus.
Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale,
Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal,
Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du metro,
Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas,
Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle,
Impossible d’avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle.
Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice
Imposssible de violer cette femme pleine de vices.
Antisocial, tu pers ton sang froid.
Repense a toutes ces annees de service.
Antisocial, bientot les annees de sevices,
Enfin le temps perdu qu’on ne rattrape plus, qu’on ne rattrape plus,
qu’on ne rattrape plus, qu’on ne rattrape plus.
Antisocial (12x)
Lyrics translation
You work all your life to pay for your tombstone,
You mask your face by reading your newspaper,
You walk like a robot in the corridors of the metro,
People don't touch you, you have to take the first step,
You want to talk without returning the ball,
There's no way we can go without your bulletproof vest.
You want to give eyes to justice
Impossible to rape this woman full of vices.
Antisocial, you're losing your temper.
Look back at all these years of service.
Antisocial, soon the years of sevices,
Finally the lost time that we no longer make up.
Crushing people has become your hobby.
By splashing them, you become genant.
In your despair, there's still some hope
That of seeing people without make-up and less rude.
But stop taking stock, clench your fists rather,
Move out of your retirement, your conduct is too perfect
Raise your face, I'm here, you're not alone
Those who envied you would judge you today.
Antisocial, you're losing your temper.
Look back at all these years of service.
Antisocial, soon the years of sevices,
Finally the lost time that we no longer make up, that we no longer make up.
You work all your life to pay for your tombstone,
You mask your face by reading your newspaper,
You walk like a robot in the corridors of the metro,
People don't touch you, you have to take the first step,
You want to talk without returning the ball,
There's no way we can go without your bulletproof vest.
You want to give eyes to justice
Impossible to rape this woman full of vices.
Antisocial, you're losing your temper.
Look back at all these years of service.
Antisocial, soon the years of sevices,
Finally the lost time that we no longer make up, that we no longer make up,
let's not catch up, let's not catch up.
Antisocial (12x)