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Gringos Son Puercos Feos
Leftover Crack Stamping out the acient cultures to spread a new disease the locust's flight to swarm the dead the banner is white, blue & red sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas a buzzing plague to cage the lost the spreading web breeds holocost the third world's in your sweaty hands you bleed 'em dry & rape their lands you loan 'em cash to kill their soils white bureaucrats divide the spoils my back against the lockless doors of countless bathroom stalls Swirling red & blue lights flash upon the housing walls wading through americasifting through a puzzled life until the pieces click (I'm) spittin'at the flag you wave the propaganda zombifies (I'm) pityin'the life the life you gave to stuff your head with hateful lies (&) violence really keeps the peace all across the middle east with diligence we scorch the soil and siphon out their prcious oil how much shit & disrespect are we supposed to take All these patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake while you chant amongst the bleachers "U.S.A. is we'll cheer the empire crumbling down to rot beneath the sun We have to be the winning team democracy's a dying dream & everything is classified to keep our terror justified we have to keep our engines filled so what if forign blood is spilled I'm blind to the reality if the media lies, it's news to me This is what you're proud of when you have your little flag a sovereign nation brutalizing a wetted paper bag And all the worlds a cage we're locked upon the stage (In a)Capitalist society we're threatend by autonomy in cash & greed & god we trust their labor must belong to us (it's) just another policy to cripple their economy bury them in endless debt (so)I'm burnin' up the flag you wave I'm dancin' on your fuckin' grave to the worldyou're sellin' devastating death you're suckin' souls & robin' breath & your greed's a blasphemy you're profitin' from misery where will all this madness end (The Rain) when the money burns & cities rend A golden sunset in darkest night it melts the skin & blinds the sight the rain floods down to spark the rash a fungal cloud of blackened ash into your mind the sickness bores while underground they lock the doors you glide into abysmal deep escape, escape, to sleep |
