Solo Tengo Rocanrol

And this is rock and roll.

Everything's bought and sold,
And I never have a dime,
And still I work my ass off,
All week long,
And you, what are you gonna say to me,
Sitting in your chair,
Showing up on TV,
With that boss look...
That even God can't stand.

I’ve got a piece-of-shit car,
And a house full of leaks,
A guitar with no strings,
And a bunch of songs without lyrics,
And you, what are you gonna tell me,
You want me to shut up,
Keep me under control,
Get me out of the party...
But this time you really messed up.

I’ll load up my guitar,
My bullets are my ideas,
And with bursts of songs,
We’ll fight in your war.
You’ve got your throne and power,
And nothing to believe in,
We’re just shit in our guts,
And a lot to defend.
I only have rock and roll.
And it’s dirty rock and roll.

They say that whoever sings,
Scares away all their troubles,
You’re out there singing,
And no one’s giving you shit,
Finally, today you’ll get to know,
What I think of you,
I’m gonna chase you down,
No one’s gonna help you...
Without your police cordon.

I’m not afraid of anything,
But it scares me to see the mud,
You’re neck-deep in shit,
And still preaching out there,
Yeah, everything’s going great,
If I can eat,
It’s thanks to your good work,
I gotta thank you...
Today I’m gonna rob your mansion.

And this is what it is,
You know it’s true.