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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] smoke screen
And the guy with the cap and the dreads on his back
He played the track and screamed
"This is too much [bad word] 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 [bad word] out of our cupboard [bad word] 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
simple track, you paint it black
Your future’s in the light
When you don’t look at anyone