Pedrada

Damned dogs of fascism
Drooling and baring their teeth
The serpent emerges from the egg
Rotten fruit of cynicism

To oppress the people
Keep us in slavery
To push us into the abyss
And crush us with their teeth

Oh republic of relatives, believe me
In the new Babylon, you and I
We are just human flesh to grind
And love is not for us

But we have the stone to throw
The incendiary ball is in the air (it will fly)
Fire on the fascists
Fire, Jah!