Quieren Dinero
Los Prisioneros
They Want Money
It's a lie: That thing about love for art
It's not so true: That thing about vocation
We are ready you and I to kill each other
Both for some miserable percentage
The others are running
They are stealing if possible
And never with certainty
It's a human condition
Or it's our stupid system
It's a new religion
Or maybe it's just its emblem
The thing is that my dad must hit your dad
Because not everyone fits at the table
Life saver or delinquent, driver or president
The issue works the same way
No one can help you
No one has time to complain
Only something everyone wants in common
Only something makes almost everyone look good
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
Is it the how and the why?
It's the present and the future
It's power and passion
The safest appeal
The teacher: Doesn't have his mind on teaching
Like the doctor: Doesn't leave his house to heal
We are a thousand dogs after a bone, slaves of the pesos
It's no joke to be older, stop my clock, please!
No one can help you
No one has time to complain
Only something everyone wants in common
Only something makes almost everyone look good
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
I want more pesos
I want more dollars
I want more pounds
I want more australs
I want more pesos (it's no joke to be older)
I want more dollars (stop my clock, please)
I want more pounds (it's no joke to be older)
I want more australs (stop my clock, please)
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
