Gringos Son Puercos Feos Lyrics - Singles - Leftover 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