מילים לשיר 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.