Berurier Noir
Abracadaboum
Jim La Jungle
I'm a broken face, I'm coming back from Lebanon
I have a helmeted head and yeah I want more
Under my sunken skull there is only meat
Who is not happy?
My boots are shod, my smile torn off
My skin is scarred, my brain is crushed
My hands are stumps, my balls are onions
And I have the face of an idiot
Lalala lalalalala
Be bop a lula
Be bop a lula lop bam boom
Veehaeeh!
I no longer have a tooth and my jaw is broken
I wear stinking rags on my infected skin
I'm covered in scabs and shit comes out of my mouth
And I don't give a damn
My head is a pile of shit and my soul is a fart
My dick and my knife I'm man zero
I walk down the street on shrapnel
That makes me goes in the ass
I was even decorated with dicks and swastikas
I only have one ham left, I lost the other at the front
I got fucked in the ass by a thousand...thousand sausages
By my section chief
I serve my nation, yeah, as cannon fodder
Castrà © by the legion, I no longer have a corkscrew
I can no longer arch without thinking of the mass grave
Rapes in Saïgon
I killed with the shotgun, with the bow and in the shithouse
With the piano wire and sometimes with scissors
Dynamic people for more than 10 years
I'm no longer like before
My dick and my knife I am man zero
I was decorated before being locked up
I served my homeland, I'm in psychiatry
Who should I say thank you to?
Oh Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Jim The Jungle!