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I have some good places to show you |
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Pride of our fair society open your eyes |
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Wide to enjoy this tour |
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Feel deep in your heart the things you'll see |
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Our first stop will be at a slum where |
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People and rats share the huts and fight for the scraps |
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Scared by the cops and delinquents |
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Stray bullets don't think- Stray bullets just kill |
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Ragged children play in open sewers |
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Drug dealers - To be to escape from misery |
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Beaten and abused by drunk adults |
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Open sores in their souls that will never heal |
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This is what you used to call |
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A free world where everyone is equal |
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"Ordem e progresso o caralho |
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Seu filho da puta mercenario" |
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[Chorus:] |
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I hope you like hanging out in hell |
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I hope you like the reality hidden behind |
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The postcards and the magazines' lies |
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Lots of people dying in hospital lines |
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Many more coming to replace them |
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In this fancy church you'll realize |
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That you'd better die than stay alive |
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And if you wanna buy a spot in heaven |
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Just pay the price and they will provide |
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But as you're alive you need to survive |
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So get a job and carry your cross |
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In this zombie factory, I'll introduce you |
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To the real devil who'll suck your soul |
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Eaten alive by starving machines |
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You'll pay with your life for cheap merchandise |
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"Cest ce que tu appeles liberte, Egailte, Fraternite |
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Es esto lo que tu llamas desarollo? hija de puta sanguinario" |
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[Chorus] |
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This is what you used to call |
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A free world where everyone is equal |
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So now make yourself at home |
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Help yourself if you want some more |