It’s not worth anything, More than this at all.

It’s not worth anything, More than this at all.
I'll live as I choose, Or I will not live at all.

So return to where you come from,
Return to where you dwell,
Because harassment’s not my forte,
But you do it very well.

I’m free to decide, I’m free to decide,
And I’m not so suicidal after all.
I’m free to decide, I’m free to decide,
And I’m not so suicidal after all.
At all, at all, at all.

You must have nothing
More with your time to do.
There’s a war in Russia, And Sarajevo too.

So to hell with what you’re thinking,
And to hell with your narrow mind,
You’re so distracted from the real thing,
You should leave your life behind, behind.

‘Cause I’m free to decide,
I’m free to decide,
And I’m not so suicidal after all.
I’m free to decide, I’m free to decide,
And I’m not so suicidal after all.
At all, at all, at all.

I’m free to decide, I’m free to decide,
And I’m not so suicidal after all.
At all, at all, at all.

[Free to decide, The Cranberries.]

Et ça tombe extrêmement bien, je trouve.