Jodete y Baila

The tune they play:
Working late and tomorrow,
You dance well if it suits them
Consuming during the week.
But on Friday night
You're the king of the street,
Ruler of beer or cheap booze
When you puke in the bars.
You got into a dance
That you can't control
Your sweat sways
With the total machine.
Machine that organizes
Your unequal existence
When standing still you move
Through a shopping center.
Screw you and dance, lad
Screw you and dance, lad,
Working hard
To save their society.
It's the law of demand,
You obey it carelessly
Blowing away the stocks
Full of offers and sales.
You maintain consumption levels
Without realizing
You plunder mountains and lakes,
The forests are for sale.
You can't choose anymore
This subnormal life
In the thousand dance steps
Of their accounting.
Your days are written
In a database.
Your life will never be
More than a list of expenses.
Screw you and dance, lad
Screw you and dance, lad,
Working hard
To save their society.
Dance, pay, jump or fall,
Move, spend, buy and dance!
Mega centers, hyperstores,
Super clubs, mega bars!
Rise against the system!
Escape from their control!
Building utopia.
Burst their heart!
Survive in a cage,
Deceive the jailer!
When they least expect it
We will take flight!
Screw you and dance, lad
Screw you and dance, lad,
Working hard
To save their society.