Desde Las Alcantarillas

From the sewers
They come out like squirrels
Those stinky ones full of crabs
That harm innocent people
That kill
Hurt
Steal
Do drugs

Because they come from underground
They don't have the comfort
Of people who work
To have a safe home
So that these freaking rats
Don't trip us up
And leave us without family
With a wounded soul
And a rage
That inspires
To slit their throats and pee on them
And that's when I start to think that...
Chorus:
I'm gonna put a napalm bomb on them
To blow them up
And satisfy my rage
No one is gonna kick me out of my home
Because first, I'm gonna rebel
And this massacre will keep growing
And my word will keep spreading
Because they kill in vain
And I hope the Vatican forgives me
When I kill them with my own hands
Or even better, I'm gonna throw a napalm bomb on them
To blow them up
And satisfy my rage
No one is gonna kick me out of my home
Because first, I'm gonna rebel
I'm gonna rebel.