Dans Mon HLM :- In My Tower Block

On the ground floor of my tower block, there's a weird man with a beard who watches the entrance
He fires on anything that moves, especially if it's got a suspicious tan
He spends his nights in the basement with his Beretta
He chases the kids who nick the bourgeois' wine
He recreates the Indochine war for himself in his miserable life
His wife doesn't get out of the kitchen, otherwise he beats her up
His brain is so frozen that even in the Legion they got rid of him in the end
That tells you how much he's mad!

[Chorus]
My tower block is so fucking gloomy
And the girl of the 8th floor likes to smoke hash

On the first floor of my tower block
There is a young manager, in his tweed suit
The one who paid two grands for two rooms plus loggia
He struggled for twenty years to get where he is
Now he's happy though he's thinking of moving on
Anyway he can't, 'cause he still has to pay
The dishwasher, the TV set, and the food for his cats
Cause naturally, this brave Lib-dem taxpayer
He doesn't like children, that tells you how sad he is!

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On the second floor of my tower block
There's a bunch of six or eight crazy people living on sixty square metres
There is always music
Rioters from nineteen sixty-eight
One is on the dole, one is a school teacher, one is my sister
They live without a care, with mattresses on the floor
The neigbours are enraged, 'cause they make a noise from hell
They never pay the rent
When someone wants to evict them, they write to "Liberation" (Left-wing newspaper)
That tells you how cool they are!

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On the third floor of my tower block
There is the bimbo who does the adverts
She spends the winter in Avoriaz, the summer in a "Club Med"
Like all the false blonde, she has a Austin Mini-Cooper
She turns on the whole street when she walks her cocker
In the demonstration for women she's on the first row
But she doesn't want children because it makes you grow old
It makes your bum floppy, and it gives you wrinkles
She read it in "L'Express", that tells you how much she reads

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On the fourth floor
There is the man that the neighbours call "the communist"
He doesn't like that, he says he's a Trotskist
I never understood the significant difference between the two
He could explain it to me but he would take two hours
Since hi patition three years ago for Chile
The whole tower block suspects him when there's a new graffiti
But "FUCK THE POLICE" in the staircase
It's me who wrote it
That tells you how right I am

[Repeat Chorus]

There is also in my tower block
A new romantic, a war veteran
A young offender, and a cop who hangs around in a track suit
He goes jogging everyday with his German shepherd
From the basement to the car-park, it is very enriching
When I've had enough of all these nice people
I go to the 8th floor
To my friend Germaine's
To build together a world full of children
And when dawn breaks
We still believe in it when we say good bye
That tells you how much we dream!

[Repeat Chorus]


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