From New York to Tokyo
Everything is the same everywhere
We take the same metro
Towards the same suburbs
Everybody in Indian file
Night's neons
Replace the Sun
And on every radio
We dance on the same disco
Day is grey, night is blue
In cities of year two thousand
Life will be way easier
We'll all have a number
On our back
And a star on the skin
We'll merrily follow the herd
In cities of year two thousand
Monopolis
There will be no more foreigners
We'll all be foreigners
In the streets of Monopolis
Who are all those millions of people ?
Alone in the middle of Monopolis
Monopolis
There will be no more foreigners
We'll all be foreigners
In the streets of Monopolis
Will we be holding hands
As in nineteen eighty
Together, in Monopolis ?
When our kids will be twenty
Us, we'll be from another time
Time before Monopolis
I see us sitting on a bench
Alone, in the middle of Monopolis