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Gringo Son Puerocs Feos (Leftöver Crack)

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