Let me tell you about French enemy number one You know who I mean: Mister Mesrine Many people say that he's a beast or a monster I'm not going to say he's a hero or a martyr You're proud of law and order; the justice that you see But still you can't keep from watching violence on T.V. Paris must choose its targets The city clears its dirt Still grow the seeds of anger Vengeance in their souls. The future prisons will still cage The animals no one wants to see No room to think, no time to remember Put them in, bolt the doors Bear them and defeat them So never may they tell. Policemen here! Policemen there! Big Brother's eyes Are everywhere! It's in these prisons that they manufacture crime The Buissons, Willoquets and other Mesrines Chains and locks around their hands But no one's waiting to set them free. They don't care if anyone's alive or dead Destined to die, like don't ask me why Many have rotted in this hell But crime is bourgeois... smile on with pleasure! It's in these prisons that they manufacture crime The Buissons, Willoquets and other Mesrines It's in these prisons that they manufacture crime The Buissons, Willoquets and other Mesrines. Order reigns, death and silence.