You judge me but you ignore my name
I hate you so much, you feel strong with your gang
You stupid rich I can't stand you and I claim
for my rights, I'm true and will be there till the end
Pathetic, hypocrite, you look like a famous chick
Without your friends and your costume, you feel so weak, you're in a panic
You think you're smart, trapped like a rat, can't stand you art
It sounds like a fat c***, f*** that, no way, no claps
U-N-I-O-N J-A-C-K & Ekkeh waiting for a melo-decay
Your music ain't no P-U-N-K, you're not here to stay anyway
You ain't more dangerous than mickey mouse, you feel safe in your big house
Always acting like the mass, "it's so cool to smoke some hash !"
You seem to know the real underground
You're a poseur and you're gonna hit the ground
You're always a part of the trendy crowd
Stop Slamming and don't mess around - Get ready for the final round.
Always busy, you're too lazy, the life for you is too easy
You can't sing just like me, the difference is the integrity
What's your message and where is your rage, your punk music is a sabotage
You look so wise in spite of your age, express yourself through your badge
Hard times for the underground c**ture / surrounded by so many vultures
trying to establish the rules / we're longing for a better future
Fake rebellion & heavy rotation on empty V, the complete collection
How come their lyrics are as empty as my bottle of whiskey
I hate you so much, you feel strong with your gang
You stupid rich I can't stand you and I claim
for my rights, I'm true and will be there till the end
Pathetic, hypocrite, you look like a famous chick
Without your friends and your costume, you feel so weak, you're in a panic
You think you're smart, trapped like a rat, can't stand you art
It sounds like a fat c***, f*** that, no way, no claps
U-N-I-O-N J-A-C-K & Ekkeh waiting for a melo-decay
Your music ain't no P-U-N-K, you're not here to stay anyway
You ain't more dangerous than mickey mouse, you feel safe in your big house
Always acting like the mass, "it's so cool to smoke some hash !"
You seem to know the real underground
You're a poseur and you're gonna hit the ground
You're always a part of the trendy crowd
Stop Slamming and don't mess around - Get ready for the final round.
Always busy, you're too lazy, the life for you is too easy
You can't sing just like me, the difference is the integrity
What's your message and where is your rage, your punk music is a sabotage
You look so wise in spite of your age, express yourself through your badge
Hard times for the underground c**ture / surrounded by so many vultures
trying to establish the rules / we're longing for a better future
Fake rebellion & heavy rotation on empty V, the complete collection
How come their lyrics are as empty as my bottle of whiskey