Atado y Bien Atado

They left everything tied and well tied
The oligarchy with its state terrorism
With means of manipulation, trash TV
Ignorance, education that educates for submission

They left everything tied and well tied
Left cornered, tributes to Franco
Private schools, national audience
Millionaires stealing in total impunity

Reading in shock the book of the vaquilla
He knew that with ignorance
They have the people oppressed
He had colossal guts not to live on his knees
And the damn heroin
Took another hero from the streets

He also knew that the government was interested
To annihilate and tarnish the image
Of those who fought
The war for fair freedom
Will never be dead
That's why I draw strength
From Juan José Moreno Cuenca

This present was plotted
Years ago in offices
All for a harmless people
Like a drunk hippie
Oh, how macho you are
If you only want football and women
Hate me more than the Vatican hates infidels
I'm leaving

To socialist exile
Which is the body of my favorite red
Where this overrated psychiatric hospital
Doesn't irritate me
Life is more beautiful
Being more than a number
I know I'm still alive if traces of justice
Make my hair stand on end

Carrillo, the farce of the transition
You have sponsored
You're lucky they didn't go
After you, the Grapo
Well-paid traitor, rewarded
By the monarchic tyranny
The royal guard mercenaries
That we pay

Like grams, to Marichalar
No option to choose, for a change
Democracy far away
Like talks about sands in a bar
Without a single left-wing newspaper
How to stand up
There's the internet, when consciousness advances
I'm sure they'll shut it down

Happiness is cheap
If you don't aspire to luxuries
Often I'm satisfied with the smile
I draw on your face
I never forget that fascism
Killed the bravest
That's why today it's rare for someone
To face their barbarism

The president is just another fool
He can't even speak
The pet of financial elites
That you will never vote for

They left everything tied and well tied
The oligarchy with its state terrorism
Antifascist prisoners, criminal bourgeoisie
Labor contract, license to shoot

They left everything tied and well tied
Millions spent painting communism as a devil
Opium and more opium, idiot box, drugs
Nightclubs where being an idiot is cool

Walks in protests to have a clear conscience
What's in style, where more
Than blood they seem to have chamomile
I can't stop hearing the laughter from above
I'll throw myself at a groupie with AIDS
And I'll take up arms definitively

Beyond the joke, I believe in miracles
Because I've gone 23 years without exploding
But I suppose I must vote for United Left
And wait 8 centuries for the electoral law to be fair

Maybe throw a party with balloons
In front of Banco Santander
In case the oligarchy's heart
Could be softened
Surely then they'll give in
Their privileges and the fools
Can throw in our faces
That throwing flowers was worth the sorrow

Or maybe I should sew my own clothes, perhaps
The biggest idiots start calling me a real communist
Okay, I'll stop protesting, I'll be happy dancing to Don Omar
Although I'd be less happy than
When kissing a woman who can think

No, what I should probably do
Is shout revolution and not risk
For this not even 1000 euros in fees
Like those fake rappers do
I've seen riskier comments
On Massiel's bitch

I said bitch, shit, they'll call me sexist
And I'm sending not-so-nice things to my girl
The Venezuelan television interviews me
Here they only need to say
That I was trimming Osama's beard

Too much was lost in the civil war
That's why today you're called a journalist if you know how to lie
In the ditches there are still unidentified bones
Of those with something endangered: Dignity

That's why the fascists' children still have fortunes
And in retrograde courts dissent is judged
That's why the church still has thousands of schools
Calling homosexuals sick
Praying for our silence