Plus ça change

Things don't ever change

The ones on top will always grow replete

On the toil of their workers's pain

On their toil, sweat and defeat

And everybody hears and everybody knows the lie

Pro Patria, For Your Own Good, whatever it takes to tie

The poor man down

XXX

Times turn; new leaders pose

New politics; it's still the same old game

Plus ça change, plus s'est la même chose

The more things change the more it stays the same

And everybody hears and everybody knows the lie

Pro Patria, For Your Own Good, whatever it takes to tie

The poor man down

XXX

For the Emperor or king

Great Britain, Uncle Sam, Mitsuhama

People give their life, their everything

For some ideal or charismatic charmer

And everybody hears and everybody knows the lie

Pro Patria, For Your Own Good, whatever it takes to tie

The poor man down

XXX

The world changed when it awoke

Change was the only constant to expect

The poor still live in squalor; it's a joke

Dying for the rich bastards they protect

And everybody hears and everybody knows the lie

Pro Patria, For Your Own Good, whatever it takes to tie

The poor man down