Pan y circo
Los Muertos de Cristo
Bread and Circus
I am, a slave to work
What can I do?
Since I was a child I was taught
To be submissive, to obey
To be a useful man
Without rights and without knowledge
A puppet in the service of power
My hands belong to the banks
My soul to the church
My dignity is on the ground
And my life continues in misery
And if the people want to wake up
The state offers us bread and circus to the brim
You spend your life working
With no time to think
And the little they leave us
They try to fill it
With TV garbage
Bulls, soccer, drug addiction
Charlatans read futures and gossip magazines
Asleep, asleep!
That's how the system wants to see us
Submerged, submerged!
In the depths of the cave
I can't continue like this
Wake up!
My mind sick and about to explode
I just want to wake up
Wake up!
Ignorance is devouring my intelligence
I am the reflection of your mirror
It's you, don't look back
I am that sadness
That is in your false happiness
I am the doubt that hits
Your brain non-stop
I am the nightmare
That terrorizes your well-being
My blood belongs to the homeland
My owner is a businessman
My freedom is just a vote
And my god is Big Brother
And if the people want to wake up
The state offers us bread and circus to the brim
But someday it has to change
So, comrade
Let this song wake you up
But someday it has to change
So, companion, what are you waiting for to fight?
And now the people demand freedom
The show has begun
And in the arena now you are
And now the people demand freedom
Discovering the infamies
Of this false democracy
Your democracy stinks!
Your democracy stinks!
Your democracy stinks!
Your democracy stinks!
Your democracy stinks!