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    Gringos Son Puercos Feos

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Текст песни Gringos Son Puercos Feos
    Stamping out the acient cultures to spread a new disease
    sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas
    the banner is white, blue & red
    the locust's flight to swarm the dead
    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
    Swirling red & blue lights flash upon the housing walls
    my back against the lockless doors of countless bathroom stalls
    sifting through a puzzled life until the pieces click
    wading through america-the hate, the lies, the sick
    (I'm) spittin'at the flag you wave
    (I'm) pityin'the life the life you gave
    the propaganda zombifies
    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
    All these patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake
    how much shit & disrespect are we supposed to take
    while you chant amongst the bleachers "U.S.A. is #1"
    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
    their labor must belong to us
    in cash & greed & god we trust
    (it's) just another policy
    to cripple their economy
    bury them in endless debt
    to the world-bank & the I.M.F.
    (so)I'm burnin' up the flag you wave
    I'm dancin' on your fuckin' grave
    you'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
    when the money burns & cities rend
    (The Rain)
    A golden sunset in darkest night
    it melts the skin & blinds the sight
    a fungal cloud of blackened ash
    the rain floods down to spark the rash
    into your mind the sickness bores
    while underground they lock the doors
    you glide into abysmal deep
    escape, escape, to sleep
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