Petróleo Y Sangre (Rojo Y Negro)

In the suburbs where the world ends
blood spills across the red desert
oil is spat out by the black desert
dreaming of punches, of Bush and Saddam
dreaming of mustard gas
dreaming of the Holy War.

Oil, oil, oil,
oil, oil, oil,
oil and blood.

I go out for a walk
in the criminal city.
Under every gray suit
I suspect a dagger
ready to kill me,
ready to stab.
And I'm just a ghost
that everyone looks at wrong.

I love Jesus.
A stained white flag.
Red and black.
Hell's wells.
Oil, oil, oil and blood.
Oil and blood
in the criminal city.
Oil and blood.
Red and black
the disaster.
Oil and blood
Red and black
the disarmament