P'tite pute [English translation]

On pictures, my mouth is like a duck's,

I quack if you put the dollars.

I'm the queen of shampoos, the queen of accessories,

Selling tickets to kids for the slaughterhouse.

Photoshopped face, let's say it makes people dream,

The people likes to like when it's getting fucked

By all those useless stuff we sell them in packs

Of meat for young girls who want to look like you.

My holidays on yachts, I take pictures of my ass

To make the Earth hard, for millions of commoners.

I sign autographs for young brainless girls

From the top of red carpets, if you only knew, how pretty.

I toast with Dom, that I got on your behalf,

When I made you pay, yeh, even your own casket.

I never did anything else in life than sell my ass online,

Yeh but the working class thinks I'm a star.

I'm just a little whore on social medias,

A little whore under the logos.

I'm just a little whore, tv-radio,

Flyers in newspapers.

I'm just a little whore in the subway,

Just a little whore for the skunk.

I'm just a little commoner whore,

A little gold-digger in the sewers.

The world is dying homeless, tents on the sidewalks.

You, you take selfies, tear in your glance.

In between the trash chutes, during the "having" reign,

The Earth is dying, that's right, I tweeted it last night.

I stroll around humanist parties, selling hope,

To save the little monkeys, the little black kids.

I pretend to be colonialist, the blond bimbo in Rwanda,

With my foundation I pay less taxes, you see.

I organise birthday parties, my friends from the jet-set,

Have cemetery-like faces, yeh I know, I'm cocky.

Actors, private jets, who fight for the climate

As long as there's followers for my promo, you see.

I can suck the dick, you know, of every king

As long as my name gets spread in the medias.

According to connections, disconnected heart,

With a feather in my ass, yeh my legs are spread.

I'm just a little whore on social medias,

A little whore under the logos.

I'm just a little whore, tv-radio,

Flyers in newspapers.

I'm just a little whore in the subway,

Just a little whore for the skunk.

I'm just a little commoner whore,

A little gold-digger in the sewers.

I'm just a little gold-digger,

A little gold-digger,

I'm just a little gold-digger,

A little gold-digger in the sewers.

Robots as DJs, humanity is leaving.

To own up to shit, you can be sure you'll hide.

USB key is in, you only need to press play,

According to VIPs, billionaires, disc-jockeys.

To make cows, dreaming about fame, dance,

Millions on the dance-floors of uselessness.

The dummies people is asking for more,

In the VIP corner of imbodied fascism.

Always got my phone with me, like a foul,

It makes me wet, you know, when they say I'm fuckable.

Commoners connected, yeh old man, to glory,

My ass is making pigs from the slaughterhouse dream.

The world is dying and I'm watching it from my private jet,

I'm watching the rats from my photoshopped sky die,

I have faith in humanity but only as long as it's a dream,

The people likes to like when it's getting fucked.

You know, I don't know what it is to sweat from working,

Yeh my friend, I have millions of followers.

Come pose with me, the world will know you

As long as it's making money behind misery's back.

To the dying planet, climate change,

To the thirsty fascist wolf-pack, America.

In between the trash chutes, during the "having" reign,

The planet is dying, that's right, I tweeted it last night.

The Earth has become crazy whatever the challenge,

I have more speaking time than a fucking Nobel Prize.

The superficial reign, dumb honesties,

Yeh, when I'm parading around, I have the world beneath my feet.

I don't have intelligence, I have artificial.

If I don't have virtues, have virtual.

I don't have intelligence, I have artificial.

If I don't have virtues, have virtual.

I'm just a little whore on social medias,

A little whore under the logos.

I'm just a little whore, tv-radio,

Flyers in newspapers.

I'm just a little whore in the subway,

Just a little whore for the skunk.

I'm just a little commoner whore,

A little gold-digger in the sewers.

You're just a little gold-digger,

A little gold-digger,

I'm just a little gold-digger,

A little gold-digger in the sewers.

To the youth that's dreaming

Of always more accessories,

To the dying planet,

Come on, bring us more drinks,

To the little gold digger

To the little gold digger, yeh

To the little gold digger

To the little gold digger

• Artist:Damien Saez
• Album:P'tite pute