Alba s touto skladbou:
Muertos Vivos,
Look at this shit called war,
Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer.
Let the oilfields burn.
If the profit wasn't there, they'd abort the mission.
They'll ship you off.
You should run in another direction.
They need you, oh.
You're a low-cost form of detection.
I won't go anywhere for war.
And so the beat goes on,
While we drown in the blood of the unfortunate ones.
I'll never march along;
I refuse to move my feet to a murderous song.
They'll send you off,
In the spotlight, holding the weapon.
Wasted youth, oh.
They believe it's the best decision.
Don't go anywhere for war
But a cemetery.
Everybody gets buried.
We could have an election,
But I'm afraid it won't do any good.
We've got to push, start pushing the buttons,
Or Mr. Push won't pull any weight.
We could have an election,
But I'm afraid it won't do any good.
We've got to push, start pushing the buttons,
Or Mr. Push won't pull any weight.
Pull any weight.
Pull any weight.
They need you, oh.
They need you, oh.
They need you, oh.
Don't go anywhere for war
But a cemetery.
Don't go anywhere for war
But a cemetery.
Don't go anywhere for war,
War is a cemetery.
Everybody gets buried.
We could have an election,
But I'm afraid it won't do any good.
We've got to push, start pushing the buttons,
Or Mr. Push won't pull any weight.
We could have an election,
But I'm afraid it won't do any good.
We've got to push, start pushing the buttons,
Or Mr. Push won't pull any weight.
Pull any weight.
