In a made up language
In a made up time
I met a made up people
With a made up cry
Singing Dek! Dek! Dek!
In my fabrication
On the town's main street
Stood an army general
Trying to make a speech
But the people would not listen
They weren't listening any more
They'd lost too many children in the stupid war
Singing Dek! Dek! Dek!
Singing Dek! Dek! Dek!
Then the tanks began to roll
But the people would not move
And the tear gas began to choke
But the people would not move
They said, 'Come and get me you blood suckers!
Come and get me I won't move
The words I'm singing will live much longer
Than the skin I'm living in
I am wind now.'
Place de l'independence, is still a shade of red
Despite best efforts to help us forget
But if you listen carefully, to the blades of grass
You'll hear the missing pages of our story.
Then the tanks began to roll
But the people would not move
And the tear gas began to choke
But the people would not move
They said, 'Come and get me you blood suckers!
Come and get me I won't move
The words I'm singing will live much longer
Than the skin I'm living in.'
Dek! Dek! Dek!
Dek! Dek! Dek!
Dek! Dek! Dek!
Dek! Dek! Dek!
Dek! Dek! Dek!
Dek! Dek! Dek!
Dek! Dek! Dek!