FBI
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Non je ne viens pas ici pour tuer votre président
Non je n’ai pas d’religion parc’que je suis insolvable
Non plus rien ne me fait peur à part les chiens renifleurs
Vous ne trouv’rez rien sur moi parc’que j’suis à double fond

Qu’est-ce que j’ai encore fait ?
Est c’que j’peux me rhabiller ?
Mes valises sont sous les yeux ouais j’me suis brossé la langue
Allongé sur un divan tous les onze septembre
J’ai des dossiers sur tout l’monde je peux tout faire péter
Est-c’que la France va gagner ? Où est la télécommande ?

Qu’est-c’que j’ai encore fait ?
Est c’que je peux me rhabiller ?

Tout est sous contrôle.

Non je ne suis pas ici pour tuer votre président
Est-c’que je peux m’rhabiller me rhabiller maint’nant ?




Je n’ai rien à déclarer
Tout est sous contrôle.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Alister's song FBI are at first glance slightly disturbing, as the song seems to describe the musings of a potential terrorist who's being interrogated. However, a deeper analysis reveals that the lyrics are actually ironic and satirical, and that they ultimately aim to expose the absurdity of paranoia and fear-mongering in relation to terrorism. The singer starts by affirming that he's not here to kill the president, nor does he have any religion or fear except for sniffer dogs. He also claims that he's hard to trace because he's hidden, or as he puts it, "à double fond". These statements are clearly meant to challenge the stereotypical image of a terrorist as a religious extremist who's constantly plotting attacks and evades detection.


The chorus is where the irony really kicks in, as the singer begins to ask whether he can get dressed or not because it seems the interrogation is over. He also wonders what he has done again, as if being questioned by the FBI is just another routine for him. The verses that follow further underscore the humor and sarcasm of the song, as the singer jokes about having suitcases under his eyes, brushing his tongue, and lying on a couch while someone else is doing a terrorist attack on September 11th. He even boasts about having files on everyone and being able to blow things up, but then... he asks where the TV remote is, suggesting that he's more interested in watching the World Cup than in causing destruction. The song ends with the singer repeating that everything is under control and that he has nothing to declare.


Overall, Alister's FBI is a clever and well-crafted satire that pokes fun at the media and government's obsession with terrorism and surveillance. By adopting the persona of a bumbling and clueless suspect, the singer suggests that the real threat to society might not be terrorists but rather those who exploit the fear of terrorism for their own agendas. The song's lyrics are witty, playful, and full of puns and nods to cultural references, and it's definitely worth checking out for anyone who appreciates smart and subversive pop music.


Line by Line Meaning

Non je ne viens pas ici pour tuer votre président
I am not here to harm your president.


Non je n’ai pas d’religion parc’que je suis insolvable
I do not have a religion because I cannot afford it.


Non plus rien ne me fait peur à part les chiens renifleurs
Nothing scares me except sniffer dogs.


Vous ne trouv’rez rien sur moi parc’que j’suis à double fond
You will not find anything on me as I am multi-layered and strategic.


Qu’est-ce que j’ai encore fait ?
What did I do now?


Est c’que j’peux me rhabiller ?
Can I get dressed again?


Mes valises sont sous les yeux ouais j’me suis brossé la langue
My bags are under my eyes, and I have brushed my tongue.


Allongé sur un divan tous les onze septembre
Lying on a couch on every September eleventh.


J’ai des dossiers sur tout l’monde je peux tout faire péter
I have information on everyone, and I can destroy it all.


Est-c’que la France va gagner ? Où est la télécommande ?
Will France win? Where is the remote?


Tout est sous contrôle.
Everything is under control.


Non je ne suis pas ici pour tuer votre président
I am not here to harm your president.


Est-c’que je peux m’rhabiller me rhabiller maint’nant ?
Can I get dressed now?


Je n’ai rien à déclarer
I have nothing to declare.


Tout est sous contrôle.
Everything is under control.




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Written by: Christophe ERNAULT

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