Arrived in Westfalia
Screaming SOS Gaia
Dressed like hippies
With red eyes
Long hair and army surplus
In paunch and playing the tom-tom
It felt like 30 years ago
During the Vietnam War
There were all the clichés
From ©era of granolas
Macramé shirts
To the hairy girls under the arms
Coming in large majority
From the Cégep of old Montreal
All there to demonstrate
Against the multinationals
And the thin crowd was shivering
On this cold spring Thursday
And to the students who were foxing
There were also a few passers-by
Marxist-Leninists
Pro-pot campaigners
And a group of ecologists
They took over the spot
We ©listened to the old weirdo
Who thought he was Castro
With his officer's cap
And his Rambo knife
And we quickly noticed
That he was missing a hammer
When he suggested to us
To have a limbo competition
at the demonstration
We dreamed of revolution
Freezing your ass with a handful of cronies
In the cold rain of March
On Boulevard René Lévesque
They sent the anti -riot
And police officers on their bikes
To control the pack
It took place peacefully
Without damaging the system too much
And we chanted beautiful slogans
Against GMOs
When suddenly they showed up
Slightly extremist guys
All hooded ninjas
Proclaiming themselves activists
Like little Ché Guevara
They set off 2-3 firecrackers
The oxen went back into the pile
J I swear they didn't stay up late
at the demonstration
We dreamed of revolution
Freezing our ass with a handful of cronies
In the cold rain of March
And then it got out of hand
Because in protest
The beatniks took off their clothes
br/>To do a dance-a-ton
The police officers with nice guns
Took out handcuffs and batons
And beat the hippies
With big blows of the jarnac
While the environmentalists
Crying in the face of so much abuse
Begging Jesus Christ
To stop the injustice
We could hear the dog barking
Through the noise of the sirens
Bin choked by smoke
Tear gas
Ho yeah mom the gang of peaces
Who danced naked in the rain
Was like a remake of Grease
In a hilbilly version
When the sky broke loose
He started to falling nails
They ran away
And it was over
Fak we came home disappointed
All wet and dejected
While meeting the ecologists
In the McDonald's portico
I came to a conclusion
That it's going to take a lot of sun
Otherwise it It's not tomorrow
That we're going to make a revolution
At the demonstration
It's true that we haven't changed anything
We caused a traffic jam
It's always a win!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI