National Disgrace Lyrics
| Song | National Disgrace |
| Artist | Angelus Apátrida |
| Album | Clockwork |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights | |
| People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace | |
| A bloodbath for the masses, the final test | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life | |
| As the bull is crying don't you see the panic in it's eyes? | |
| Don't you see the panic in it's eyes? | |
| Don't you feel what I feel? | |
| (Solo: David G. Álvarez) | |
| You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best | |
| But nothing further from the truth, it's a coward feast | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| When the sword is cutting it's entrails I see you satisfied | |
| White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail | |
| And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile | |
| Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime | |
| It's my turn | |
| Let's overturn the tables, let's play the game backwards | |
| If you are going to die while people cry out more and more | |
| Let's give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you | |
| And you are asking for it's mercy and all you get is the final touch | |
| (Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo) | |
| (Solo: David G. Álvarez) | |
| (Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo) | |
| (Solo: David G. Álvarez) | |
| You're lost, you're desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace | |
| You die! |
| 5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights | |
| People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace | |
| A bloodbath for the masses, the final test | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life | |
| As the bull is crying don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
| Don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
| Don' t you feel what I feel? | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best | |
| But nothing further from the truth, it' s a coward feast | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| When the sword is cutting it' s entrails I see you satisfied | |
| White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail | |
| And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile | |
| Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime | |
| It' s my turn | |
| Let' s overturn the tables, let' s play the game backwards | |
| If you are going to die while people cry out more and more | |
| Let' s give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you | |
| And you are asking for it' s mercy and all you get is the final touch | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| You' re lost, you' re desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace | |
| You die! |
| 5 pm in the clock as you are buttoning up the suit of lights | |
| People acclaim your arrival as their bloodlust rises | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| The entourage awaits you for the national disgrace | |
| A bloodbath for the masses, the final test | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| What you call cultural traditions is just a cruel way of life | |
| As the bull is crying don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
| Don' t you see the panic in it' s eyes? | |
| Don' t you feel what I feel? | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| You think you are so brave, one man can kill a half ton best | |
| But nothing further from the truth, it' s a coward feast | |
| The festival | |
| Sensational | |
| When the sword is cutting it' s entrails I see you satisfied | |
| White scarves are waved, two ears and a tail | |
| And when you are stabbing the bull to death I see you smile | |
| Blood spots in your face, signs of your crime | |
| It' s my turn | |
| Let' s overturn the tables, let' s play the game backwards | |
| If you are going to die while people cry out more and more | |
| Let' s give the bull the chance to torture, kill, humiliate you | |
| And you are asking for it' s mercy and all you get is the final touch | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| You' re lost, you' re desperate, you cry, you bleed, parts of the national disgrace | |
| You die! |
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