Leftover Crack - Gringos Son Puercos Feos lyrics

Stamping out the ancient cultures to spread a new disease sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas the banner is white, blue and red the locust's flight to swarm the dead a buzzing plague to cage the lost the spreading web breeds holocaust the third world's in your sweaty hands you bleed 'em dry and rape their lands you loan 'em cash to k** their soils white bureaucrats divide the spoils Swirling red and blue lights flash upon the housing walls my back against the lockless doors of countless bathroom stalls sifting through a puzzled life until the pieces click wading through America - the hate, the lies, the sick (I'm) spitting at the flag you wave (I'm) pitying the life the life you gave the propaganda zombifies to stuff your head with hateful lies (and) violence really keeps the peace all across the middle east with diligence we scorch the soil and siphon out their precious oil All these patriotic lies oft sicken me to wake how much sh** and disrespect are we supposed to take while you chant amongst the bleachers "U.S.A. is number 1" we'll cheer the empire crumbling down to rot beneath the sun We have to be the winning team democracy's a dying dream and everything is cla**ified to keep our terror justified we have to keep our engines filled so what if foreign blood is spilled I'm blind to the reality if the media lies, it's news to me This is what you're proud of when you have your little flag a sovereign nation brutalizing a wetted paper bag And all the worlds a cage we're locked upon the stage (In a) Capitalist society we're threatened by autonomy their labor must belong to us in cash and greed and god we trust (it's) just another policy to cripple their economy bury them in endless debt to the world-bank and the I.M.F. (so) I'm burning up the flag you wave I'm dancing on your f**ing grave you're selling devastating d**h you're s**ing souls and robbing breath and your greed's a blasphemy you're profiting from misery where will all this madness end when the money burns and cities rend (The Rain) A golden sunset in darkest night it melts the skin and blinds the sight a fungal cloud of blackened ash the rain floods down to spark the rash into your mind the sickness bores while underground they lock the doors you glide into abysmal deep escape, escape, to sleep