La Inconvenientemente
Ultrageno
The Inconvenient One
Here comes the lady in black lace
Today she's dressed like a fascist with a gun
What she said is hers
What they've heard is hers
A bullet to the head will be her remedy.
She's quiet now, she's quiet now
The inconvenient mind.
I smash my boot on your big mouth
Like a scythe cutting through your brain
This rage I sometimes don't understand,
A wooden pajama or a sad exile.
She's quiet now, she's quiet now
The inconvenient mind.
