Tiros

They keep firing shots
They keep breaking bones
They keep killing our dead.

Give me a little love and peace
Give me some happiness
Come on, I’m not planning on being dead.

They lie on the TV
They lie in all today’s papers
That justice is for the people.

They want to be immortal
They want to leave a scar on your body.

They lock you up for smoking
They lock you up for drinking
But stealing is normal for them.

They lie on the TV
They lie in all today’s papers
That justice is for the people.

They want to be immortal
They want to leave a scar on your body.

Give me, give me warmth and peace
Give me, give me happiness
They talk on the TV
They think we’re cannon fodder.

I will be the immortal
I will leave my song, it’s my verse.