Dans les années 90 un morceau inconnu de la plupart berçait ma rebellitude : « tattoed millionaire » de Bruce Dickinson.

Ça me fait le même effet que Trust : tellement has been, et si vrai. Je dois devenir vieux con. Les rebelles qui deviennent identiques à ce sur quoi ils ont chié. Un peu comme les rappeurs qui ressemblent à des purs produits de la Sarkozie.

Tattooed boys with expensive toys

Living in a bubble of sin

Money can buy you most of anything

Fix your nose or the mess youre in

 

Front page news, you can share your views

With a population (that) wants to be like you

Out on the strip, out on the tiles

Same old greed behind the p.r. smiles

 

You and all your entourage - to me youre all the same

You and all your entourage - playing foolish games

 

I dont want your big city shining

I dont want your silver lining

I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire

 

I dont want your big city shining

I dont want your silver lining

I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire

 

Hes got a wife - she aint no brain child

Ex-mud queen of miami

In his stretch cadillac he keeps her in the back

With his cd player and his bottle of jack

 

L.a. dude, l.a. attitude

Laid back, selfish, and getting fat

Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards

Using each other - running for cover

 

You and all your entourage - to me your’e all the same

You and all your entourage - playing foolish games