Las Cosas Son Como Son

Shit is hitting the fan, you motherfuckers, everything is rotten like slaughterhouse meat, if telling the truth will end up destroying half the world, start with me first, let's see if you can. I'm starting to get really pissed off, either they don't care or they're clueless, the situation is terrible, from Africa to Mexico, not forgetting to pass through the Persian Gulf, a dyslexic world of twisted ideas, the wound is big and deep, convoluted religions that are useless, only good for creating war. Whether on the moon or on Earth, man has no escape, I'm fed up with so many stories, life spins like a ferris wheel, from comedy to tragedy, the struggle to survive causes hysteria. This is a misery, all or nothing, never sharing halfway, from the cities to the outskirts, this is no joke, it's very serious. It seems that reality surpasses fiction, here I am with the microphone on, preaching all this stuff from the heart, you know... things are as they are. The case was presented a long time ago in the form of paper money, it's capitalism, every man for himself, they can buy even your life if they want, they can make fun of you, no matter who you are, they can break the law, do very ugly things, they can kill, enslave, dye the tide black. Turn off the TV, don't watch those things, total glam triumph operation and its fights, tell me, what are your tasks? buy a flat and a car that you can't afford to see, well, it's not that easy, don't believe it, the cost of living is rising, it's sky-high. Damn! Everything is so damn expensive, I'm broke whether it's summer or fall, fuck the euro, Bush, and his dog, I mean fuck Aznar and his mustache, he should go pick up oil spills once and for all, that clown doesn't deserve to be voted for, Spain is doing well, yes, and so is the rest, everything logical is turned upside down. Some on a diet, others hungry, but how far will we go, man, to the peak of a damn monopoly, yes, let's all go after the oil. (x2)