La Colilla

It was a van full
Of wet backs going to the border
Looking for the mecca looking for the happy
Looking for Miami and the light life.

The federals were waiting for them
Graduates in humanities.
What courage death to miscegenation
Not even General Custer was so savage.

I want them all alive or dead!
The sergeant shouted hunting the Indian
I'll give ten thousand pesos to whoever brings me
The hair of the most mestizo

A head fell in the sand
In the sand fell the head
Of Carlos Cuesta last descendant
Of Moctezuma an Aztec big shot

His head fell in the sand
Oh! Carlos Cuesta's head
Fell in the sand and was already dead
But it was still smoking rolling and smoking

And the little cigarette fell from his lips
Was it out of fear that it kept rolling
Fleeing and rolling without realizing
Crossed the border and was safe

Welcome to the United States of America!
Holy Santa Barbara
Protect this poor little butt
That is smoking

This is the story of a little cigarette
Or rather of the butt
Of a cigarette that was rolling
From Laredo to Washington.
For a butt the spark of life
Is not Coca-Cola, it's gasoline
What happens if a poorly lit butt
Sneaks into a gas station?

Well it goes boom!!
Well it goes puff!!
The explosion was heard all over Texas
It was the beginning of a great feat.

Because a little spark caught a pipe
Of those underground of homicidal gas
That exploded under a refinery
Of those nuclearized oil companies

And also thanks to the police
And the super firefighters corps
The fire spread from well to well
From El Paso to San Antonio.

And oil is super flammable
So Texas flew through the air
It was the bonfire of vanities
It was the hell of cowards

The butt was sparking.
The fire kept growing and growing
And it was so big and so important
That it made the cover of the New York Times.

With so much industry and so many pipes
So much wiring so well connected
It was very simple for the butt
To sow fire throughout the state.

A nuclear power plant here
A military arsenal there
And in a snap from here to there
Holy Santa Barbara what a barbarity

The butt was sweeping and continuing
Louisiana, Missouri, Alabama, Georgia
And the worst thing is that no one knew yet
What would happen when reaching Florida:
That in a hundredth of a millisecond
A navy base blew up
One of those that made I don't know what
Atomic chemical crap
Very radioactive

To hell with all of Florida,
The two Carolinas, poor Virginia
And in the west news arrived
That the fire was growing, growing and growing
The fire was leaving New Laredo
Crossing Arizona through the gas pipeline
And in California it was received
With fireworks and pyrotechnics

Welcome to the United States of America!
Holy Santa Barbara
Protect this poor little butt...
That I'm smoking!

Carlos Cuesta's head continued
Dead lying in the sand
But his cigarette was making its way
The American dream was coming true.

In San Francisco it was the sensation
It was fashionable throughout the nation
It entered San Diego in a big way
The West Coast was at its feet

Many special effects
To burn all of Silicon Valley
It reached Los Angeles, long live good cinema!
The industry of Hollywood is burning

Then the butt went to Las Vegas
Lying on the sidewalk saw another butt
Lit it up play with me
I bet on red that I burn everything.

So all the little cigarettes
Thrown, stepped on, alone, despised,
They all joined the union
The fire mafia was born.

While in some southern state
A bunch of Habano cigars
Sowed chaos giving it to the ass
To American Marlboros

It was the orgy of the butts
It was the Halloween party
Operation gibberish
Up up and up I'll go

(American anthem)

The president speaks to you
Of the United States of America:
Our country is under attack...
But don't worry, because from the government
We have everything under control....

Shit everything under control
Everything was going to hell
Not even the Seventh Cavalry
Could prevent such a slaughter.

Nebraska and Kansas no longer existed
And from Omaha there was no trace left
Amarillo was red hot
And New Orleans burned and burned

The fire burned like Jack Daniels
It stank like McDonald's
How bad it smells when a flag with so many stars
Burns

The Wild West is burning
Oh! What a stench, what bad luck
Wyoming is burning, Oregon is burning,
Montana is burning, Washington is burning.

It's a mega super production
A business show extra televised
With many extras, very well directed
Very applauded in the rest of the world

It's a very strange thing, very strange
NASA declared I don't know what's going on
And at the Pentagon they were already preparing
What the reprisals would be

In the land of wonders
Everything burns much faster
Without FBI or Marines or CIA
Everyone to hell, divine justice

It's Moctezuma's revenge
It goes for Chile, for Guatemala,
For Argentina, for Nicaragua,
That's how dictatorships burn!

Houston, we have a problem...
Houston, we have a problem..
And I'm smoking...