We used to play with some pals in a watermill Bringing up our pack of six like it was our gasolin We shared one bass for six metal bands Everything’s a cracker when you feel so... high
Then a friend of us said : "what you’re waiting for ? You should send a demo let me be your mentor I know a little record company, they’re so friendly I can arrange a meeting Right now
There we go ! But the boss at the desk pointing his finger to my chest He said : "it’s too much noise you make me wasting my time" But the boss at the desk hitting his chest : "This is no rock’n’ roll, too many synthetic sounds
You’re making rat tracks You’re just a garage band And there’s no happy end for any one of your kind You’re making crappy tracks They’re like your rat bike You got to learn the blues licks Before you come back."
Oh no.
Then we came to the raves, in the Paris underground Candel lights were showing us the way round Then we came to this free party When a DJ looked at me He asked me for a tune behind a deep shit smoke screen And the guy with the cap and the dreads on his back He played the track and screamed "This is too much fucking dark" And the DJ at the desk, hitting his chest : "It ain't no techno bro, you think you're in a metal fest or what ?"
Oh-oh, what are we gonna do ? What are we gonna do now ?
Now we come out of our cupboard We come from the underground
We’re making rat tracks baby We’re doing what we like No matter what you call it It’s not the end of time A simple track, you paint it black Your future’s in the light When you don’t look at anyone