Canción Pacífico-violenta

Every Monday, very early
They will make you sing the various anthems
With devotion you will look at the flag
With devotion you will admire, all those heroes
Who in history gave their lives, for you
Without you asking for it

There's someone on the corner selling sweets
Giving away splinters
Presenting enemies to you on the covers of books

Washington puts the weapons
Moscow puts the weapons
And they want me to, put the crack
To see who wins
Sitting on a chair, they discuss for the nation
They would be right
Guerrillas, assaults, combing operations
And they want to play the bugle

Stick your war shit, up your ass
Stick your war shit, up your ass

What do the books you read have to do
With shooting children, with M-16s?
Don't explain it to me
Don't explain it to me
Explain it to the children
To the mutilated children

Stick your war shit, up your ass
Stick your war shit, up your ass
Stick your war shit, up your ass

Sorry gentlemen:
For being so rude
The truth, I didn't mean to say
War!

And

Stick your shit
Up your ass