Quesos, Cosas, Casas

Blacks have swing
Whites have sins
Nuns have desires
Children have dreams
The dead are thirsty
The living have guilt
The rich have diets
The poor have hunger
And in the end, shit smells the same
Whether from a Prince or a servant
Bribery has clients
Flowers have scents
The good have peace
The bad have parties
Mondays have Tuesdays
Fridays have laughter
Evil has a doctor
Time has time
And luckily the check will be enough to disguise the debts.

Cheeses things houses
Buts, fors, whys
Cheeses to stay alive
Things to decorate the house you believe is yours as long as you can breathe!
Buts to complicate things
Fors to explain why we're screwed if there's air to breathe
Because if we're still alive, the desire to mess things up

The weak have tricks
The strong have excuses
God has his fans
The sea has mysteries
Pain gives flavor to the gathering
Love gives wings even to a pig
And in the end, some dream of dreaming and others of not dreaming so much

Cheeses things houses
Buts fors whys
Cheeses to stay alive
Things to decorate the house you believe is yours as long as you can breathe
Buts to complicate things
Fors to explain why we're screwed if there's air to breathe
Because if we're still alive, the desire to mess things up

Whoever invented private property was nothing but a salesman
And the monkey who dreamed, turned him into a consumer
Of cheeses things houses
Of buts fors whys
Of gold and jewelry
Of clothes and laundry
Of shit and Pepto-Bismol