For now, it's
Chromose Y, from Les Béruriers Noirs that's stuck in my head
The lyrics googletranslated :
In the hands of the State,
force is called right
the hands of the individual,
it is called crime ...
Oh Y chromosome x2
Mama am I a killer?
happiness in the blood,
Is what you are afraid?
and I would kill my sister ...
Saving my heart,
to when disaster?
behind in the area,
the murderer is dying ...
The knife full of blood,
murdering a child,
and dying evening,
the killer is scared!
Sentenced to death
and wrongly convicted,
the executioner is happy,
and the murderer in tears!
In the electric chair,
or the guillotine,
by a sordid morning
the smiling assassin ...
The blood of the murderer,
flowed to the feet,
from the crowd disgusted,
of the executioner ...
In the hands of the State,
force is called right
the hands of the individual,
it is called crime ...
Oh Y chromosome x6
Far from perfect, but still better than nothing...
and there is also
"Salut à toi", from the same... that would make a waaaaaaaaay better national hymn than the "ready to war" Marseillaise we have here in France... Plus a nice geography lesson :p