A Vaca Já Foi Pro Brejo

The old world is lost
It just won't straighten out anymore
The kids these days
Don't listen to their parents
It's the beginning of the end
I can already see the signs
Half of the youth
Are turning into delinquents
It's a bunch of snakes
The boys lead the way
The girls follow behind

Poor dad and poor mom
Working themselves to death
Leaving their skin on the job
To make their kids study
Buying cars on credit
So the kids can cruise around
The kids are always out
Making tires scream
I heard a kid say
My dad has to groan
I didn't tell anyone to get married

The son acts like a king
The daughter acts like a queen
They run the house
And no one takes the flour
Telling mom to shut up
Poor thing just stays quiet
Dad's a total loser
He's a train off the tracks
Now I sing and I say
A yard without a rooster
Is where the chicks sing

To see his daughter graduate
A good friend of mine
The bread that the devil kneaded
The poor man had to eat
When the daughter graduated
It was nothing but heartache
She said to her dad
I'm the one who's leaving
Poor dad soaked in tears
His grief was so much
That the poor old man died

My master is God up high
The world is my school
I know how to critique while singing
God gave me the privilege
I kill the snake and show the stick
I kill and don’t throw stones
A seven-headed dragon
I also kill and don’t maim
We're at the end of respect
The old world has no way out
The cow's already in the swamp