Acción Mutante

Look, here we are again.
Look, here we are again.
Action, revenge, violence, progress.
Armed to the teeth, we take on the challenge,
we'll avenge the victims of Mount Taygetus.
Blind justice, justice in braille.
For the ugly and the maimed, the party's already started.
We impale bodybuilders, burn down gyms.
In the sauna, they’re cooking: they’re worms.
And with cyclist's scrotum lamps,
we bribe the guy who sets up tightrope acts.
We’re dangerous, we’re guerrillas.
Dilettante terrorists,
tremble while you can,
this isn’t a game:
it’s MUTANT ACTION.
A sound mind in a broken body.
A sound mind in a broken body.
This motto keeps us always united.
Mandatory mutilation, amputation by decree:
it’s forbidden to be a whole man.
Cripples, Siamese, paralytics, blind folks,
join the cause, together we’ll win.
Captain Silver and Steel Claw
look at us proudly following their lead.
We could be kings, fuck without rest.
We could be heroes without legs or hands.
We’re dangerous, we’re guerrillas.
Dilettante terrorists,
tremble while you can,
this isn’t a game:
it’s MUTANT ACTION.
Do like Johnny and grab the rifle.
Do like Johnny and grab the rifle.
We’ll kill pretty boys with or without you.
Grab your weapons, long live the stumps,
prosthetics up high, more amputations.
Proud and unjustified violence,
rape ballerinas, tennis players, and maids.
Grease your chair, sharpen your crutch,
trade coupons for a machine gun.
Break your chains, there are no bars,
it’s the hour of fear and paraplegia.
We’re dangerous, we’re guerrillas.
Dilettante terrorists,
tremble while you can,
this isn’t a game:
it’s MUTANT ACTION.