Quiáltera - Fuck The Folk

Feed your childrens with gas and smoke
Sell their minds for some nikes and cokes
Feels so cool with a brand new car
Despite the low traffic, you act like a star

The man of the year finances the disease
He’s working hard to cure, for you
Solemn whores have finest clothes
To disguise and better hide inner monstrosity

Look carefully and you’ll see
The mend of little whims inside the hearts of us all

In school you were taught to be a pawn and walk straight lines to fit in this desolation
Programed to work and buy - you never think for yourself
Giants of steel and opulence forces the world into a collective indolence
Forget the reality show – in who the hell will you vote?
While are children starving to death, tv preachers charges the tenth part of your salary for little blessings and a place in heaven
From where comes the money for mansions, cocaine, fancy cars and prostitutes?
That’s a fucking miracle, for sure! amen!

The values are incoherent
But we are all so civilized
My bills are getting paid
Oh, we are all so civilized
Our asses will be saved
‘cause we are all so civilized

So kick the dead to beyond the grave
And come with us to rape the land

Empty your pockets, give even your pants
Offer your life to priests and saints
No matter the crime, no matter what price
The morning after you’ll be praying again