Vasallos

At first, it was all about singing revolution
Music and struggle always together
The squats and the free radios
The distributors and the demos
Always the first album on an indie label
All the concerts for the cause
You laughed at money, especially when you had none
And as soon as you were tempted, you sold out
And now tell me, where are you? What’s your deal?
How many people have worked for years in the scene
Paving the way for your misery
Behind those committed lyrics
The businessmen are just vultures

And now tell me, where are you? What’s your deal?
VASSALS!!

Learning to fight, learning to cash in
In the red zone, you want to get rich, VASSALS!!
No more selling us poses, aesthetics, and fake radicalism
Your good vibes are just about the cash
Fame and flattery
You use Durruti just like Che
You wave any flag that pays off
You’re cynical, greedy, get the hell out of here!
The excuse of reaching more people doesn’t convince us
How can you sing against the Power when he hands you the mic?
But this gig won’t last forever
And time will put
Everyone in their place
Thanks to the bands
That don’t fall for temptation
We still believe
In the revolution