We thought we'd play 4-4-2, forget the 49-3, 49-3
We're all in front of the same screen but we don't look at each other
From those who don't care to those who live only for it
It hurts, but even Marine retweets Pogba
We're waiting for the linesman to raise his white flag
And packed down the Champs we'll say Liberty, Equality
Liberty, we write your name on pigeons' wings
From zeros to equals, we've all got the same religion
Time and rules bury me, right up to the shell shots
But this isn't a war, I think you've just drunk too much
We've taken too many cards, we want a spot on the bench
And packed down the Champs we'll say Liberty, Equality
Gaul's got a hangover, and that's gonna change the times
The world has to know that, even in sh*t, roosters sing
Puff out your chest to control a cross coming from the right
Or drop back to have the right reactions
If change is now I think it's time to get to it
Free will's gone, now the VAR rules supreme
Let's part singing, the more we attack the better we defend
And packed down the Champs we'll say Liberty, Equality
Gaul's got a hangover, and that's gonna change the times
Let the world know that, even in sh*t, roosters sing
Gaul's got a hangover, and that's gonna change the times