Rock N' Roll de Pobres
Los Outsaiders
Poor People's Rock N' Roll
I know what you could say, I know your sermon well
I'm listening to your excuses like a classic song
I know a dictator came
And threw away your collection
He stole your love
What a shame your ambition
Turn it on, they've already given you the pass, get on stage
Or stay, don't let them bring you down
Or are they just amateurs?
Then inflation came
And terror, Oh what pain!
It seems that also died
All your hunger once again
Sounds foreign
Damn radio
I'm very good
My people acclaim me
Stars keep coming out without ground
We have to tell them they are far from the sky
Poor People's Rock N' Roll
Meanwhile everything will continue almost
I know what you could say, I know your sermon well
I'm listening to your excuses like a classic song
Always full throttle the illegal
The yellow, the immoral
What better way than to scream at them
With distortion on their faces
It's closed
Fabricate the demo
Don't pressure me
Pay for your own songs
Stars keep coming out without ground
We have to tell them they are far from the sky
Poor People's Rock N' Roll
Meanwhile everything will continue almost
