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Alan Douches - Gringos Son Puercos Feos Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 kill their soils
White bureaucrats divide the spoils

[Chorus 1]
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

[Post-Chorus]
(I'm) Spittin' at the flag you wave
(I'm) Pityin' 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
[Chorus 2]
All these patriotic lies
Oft sicken me to wake
How much shit and disrespect
Are we supposed to take?
While you chant amongst the bleachers
"USA is number one!"
We'll cheer the empire crumbling down
To rot beneath the sun

[Post-Chorus]
We have to be the winning team
Democracy's a dying dream
And everything is classified
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

[Refrain]
This is what you're proud of
When you have your little flag
A sovereign nation
Brutalizing a wetted paper bag
And all the world's a cage
We're locked upon the stage

[Bridge]
(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 IMF

(So) I'm burnin' up the flag you wave
I'm dancin' on your fuckin' grave
You're sellin' devastating death
You're suckin' souls and robbin' breath
And your greed's a blasphemy
You're profitin' from misery
Where will all this madness end?
When the money burns and cities rend

[Post-Song: "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