LEFT THE RIGHT
1. Bm E D F#m C#m D & E D C#m D
2. Bm D A & F#m A C#m
3. Bm D F#m Bm D F#m A & E

One million Abyssinian princes
Wouldn't be afraid to die
If only I could share the light
And they fought and they disagreed
Because it never really hurts to try
If only I could find my fight
Left the right

Making peace with authorities
And fuck the minority groups
They don't deserve us
They will desert us
Just as left turns to right
Surely fervour turns to heartbreak
I will take my chances
With the demagogues
And the threat level rises
The fever's in the air
Hazardous or just a chloride
Deluded and ensnared
We've got it all worked out

One million Abyssinian princes
As noble as dynamite
If only I could not ignite
But we've got such a short fuse
And kings are hardly knights
If only I could share their plight
Left the right

Every promise proves
To be no more than
One more lie to forget
And we know what's wrong
You all sing the same song
"Take it from me: I've got to be your Vote 1"
And the broadcasters
They just make things worse
Trafficking fears just to stay alive
Well, I refuse to disagree
False dichotomies
You fell in love with hate but I won't be afraid of the future

One million Abyssinian princes
Massacred out of spite
If only I could kill the whites
But no leader could ever sate
The popular appetite
If only I could not incite
Left the right

We'll pray to the theocrat
To curse the diplomat
If he's double-parked
We'll tear his life apart
And then torch the limousine
'cause heat and gasoline
Are a perfect match
As queens and guillotines
You think you've got it all worked out

But you aren't noticing
All the strings we pull
We don't know everything
But we know the way these things always end up
And you don't know a thing
About the kings we killed
Every king always falls
And we hope you know one day you'll be the same

MOSKOW DISKOW
1. Gm A# Cm
2. Gm Cm

Ce soir c'est la folle ambiance
Au café Ici la France
Les french garçons sont très chics
Leurs chansons sont fantastiques

C'est ça leur nouvelle musique
Et les rythmes automatiques
Que l'on retrouve partout
La danse est au rendez vous

Miskow Doskow
Moskow Diskow
Miskow Doskow
Moskow Diskow

Et quand la danse est finie
On boit un grand daïkiri
Comme dans le train de Moscou
En direction de Tokyo

Miskow Doskow
Moskow Diskow
Miskow Doskow
Moskow Diskow

Et si on pense à l'amour
Si on veut, on peut toujours
Rêver devant la photo
De madame Brigitte Bardot

Miskow Doskow
Moskow Diskow
Miskow Doskow
Moskow Diskow

DAZIBAO
1. F#m E C#m Bm
2. F#m Bm C#m Bm G#dim
3. F#m A E D