Society Is a Carnivorous Flower

[Part 1]
One more day to stare into space
One more day in this boring place
Blank expression on your face
Drink your coffee, complex aftertaste
One more day trapped in a room
One more day of nothing new
Surrounded by more of the same
Are they as bored as you?
Are they angry too?

The campus, the womb, is serene
The city surrounds in its machine
The world nullifies, it surrounds
Don't you wanna burn it down?

One more night in inter-zone
One more night you're all alone
One more empty conversation
Theories and devastation
One more night to share a bed
Afraid to talk, you fuck instead
But what goes on inside her head?
Anything? Everything?

The campus, the womb, is serene
The city surrounds in its machine
The world nullifies, it surrounds
Don't you wanna burn it down?

The campus, the womb, is serene
The city surrounds in its machine
The world nullifies, it surrounds
Don't you wanna burn it down?

One more day to stare into space
One more day in this boring place
Blank expression on your face
Drink your coffee, complex aftertaste
One more night to share a bed
Afraid to talk, you fuck instead
But what goes on inside her head?
Anything? Everything?

The campus, the womb, is serene
The city surrounds in its machine
The world nullifies, it surrounds
Don't you wanna burn it down?

The campus, the womb, is serene
The city surrounds in its machine
The world nullifies, it surrounds
Don't you wanna burn it down?

[Part 2]
Diodes and electrodes
Nails and bolts and beams
Anatomically correct US war machines
Bombs are built like TV sets, cars and stereos
Vietnam's the target audience that you don't know

You're not Galileo, you're not Copernicus
You sit and stare from the Nanterre's numbing bliss
You're not Galileo, you're not Copernicus
You sit and stare from the Nanterre's numbing bliss

You've seen the factories of Renault
You've heard of the class system at the Sorbonne
You fetishize the workers and their plight
Guilt confirms your intellectual flight

You're not Galileo, you're not Copernicus
Sit and stare from the Nanterre's numbing bliss
You're not Galileo, you're not Copernicus
Sit and stare from the Nanterre's numbing bliss

The sound is violence
The sound is ecstatic
The sound is like fucking
A beautiful panic
All that is left of your sleepless science fiction is the revolution's residue
Practicing urban vampires

Tonight there is danger
No longer a stranger it seems
Dreaming behind barricades
I can't sleep
Tonight there is danger
It's killing this city's disease
The light is so bright in my head
I can't sleep

The right wing is talking
And the left wing is balking
All of them stopping you from kicking it over
Caught by surprise
Forced into compromise
When you win the trade unions you'll know it's a movement

Tonight there is danger
No longer a stranger it seems
Dreaming behind barricades
I can't sleep
Tonight there is danger
It's killing this city's disease
The light is so bright in my head
I can't sleep

Don't know if they were offended by their anti-Semitic leaders
Don't know if they remembered the experiments of Spain
Don't know if they were sick of de Gaulle and his lackeys
Don't know if they were horrified of having a boss for the rest of their days

The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!

[Part 3]
May 15, 1968, a black flag waved over the factory
Collectivizing is inadvertent when a wildcat strike takes the whole country
Bakers kept on baking
Fishers kept on fishing
Canteens kept on serving
Dreams became reality became slogans

The workers terrified the bureaucracy
Free love terrified the bourgeoisie
Imagine the hilarity
"Free love is neither love nor free"
A moral threat to society
A political threat to decency
Imagine fucking in a factory
In all honesty there's not much intrigue

[Part 4]
When all is said and done
Despair is just a loaded gun
It turns into something more
In the hands of anyone ready for war
The war for dignity
Workers, farmers, universities
Even when you lose
There's a glimpse of a future you can choose

When all is said and done
If the students chose the Summer sun
And the middle class gave into tradition
And the all the illusion it brings
They can never win
We'll be coming back again
They can never win
History is deafening