One of these days
we'll all get scammed by
some lawless desperate
marauder
Fond of gambling:
play, lose and pray.
Just a highwayman,
dressed in another way.
With suit-tie-shirt
and a black briefcase.
They changed the blunderbuss
for some sheets and a pen.
Robbery, raid and overpaid.
They are bandits from
a brand new age.
Shirt and tie, suitcase side;
They have emptied our pockets, full.
Several loans, or even mortgages
The only concern is money. X2
Corrupt money, cruel life,
is full of pretenses. X2
Starting with ourselves,
creating criticism,
arriving at the revolution.
XXI. The first plague of the century,
we need to be crushed in the red street.
Expropriations, thieves, fakes, bankers;
do they want to kill us alive or not? X2
This morning I woke up without life,
what I dreamed had become a bad dream.
Today my ceiling is the sky,
and the stars are my companions,
always by my side, a rough journey in this.
I won't talk about them again today
enough with yesterday and the day before yesterday.
You know very well what I would do,
you would do the same with one of them.
Thank you that the risk premium didn't go up,
What did Morgan Staley have yesterday?
I'm fed up with this circus,
I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!
Rotten money, cruel life,
is full of pretensions. X2
Starting with ourselves,
creating criticism,
arriving at the revolution.