Canción Protesta

How the hell was I supposed to be happy in her marriage
when her husband was the same damn devil,
and who cares that every November ninth
she leaves a little bouquet of violets on his grave.
This one's a gem!
And you, what are you complaining about, kid!
Everything's been handed to you;
while I’m busting my ass
just to bring a little shit to the table,
it's ridiculous,
I should've slapped you
with the same hand you eat with,
with the same hand
that you’ve got me by the balls.

So let’s keep fighting
while our bank account keeps growing.
Blind, deaf, mute, and divided
on this arrogant planet of apes.
Equalization, transgression, nougat, truck,
melon heart, herpes, talc, and trip-hop.

Where the hell are you from? What planet?
What country, region, city, neighborhood, street?
What’s your flag?
Soccer patriotism,
everyone branded like docile sheep,
with the logo of a sports brand
that’s now offering them this song too.
What a scene! What a collection!

Now gay folks are more accepted,
someone’s noticed their growing buying power.
My friends, fed up with so many annoying drunks,
are gonna get wild at the gay bars.

So let’s keep fighting
while our bank account keeps growing.
Blind, deaf, mute, and divided
on this arrogant planet of apes.
Equalization, transgression, nougat, truck,
melon heart, subsidy.
Equalization, transgression, nougat, truck,
melon heart, herpes, talc, and trip-hop.