Son Como Hormigas

It's already eight o'clock
The noise on my street is infernal
They drill the sidewalk
For the fourth time or maybe the fifth
They are like ants
Searching for food non-stop
They break it, they fix it
Tomorrow again, starting over
A new day begins in my city
I'll have to get up without rest
The bus is not coming, I feel terrible
The subway is full, I'll have to walk

When will the rulers
Function in a rational way?
Those who spent half their lives
In university
When the government
Sends you a letter, you must tremble
Mr. Citizen
You have to pay a little more
Tomorrow you'll pay for parking
The day after you'll pay for any invention
They don't forgive anything, here comes the tow truck
The formula for them is always to fine

When will we receive some good
News from the authorities?
When? I think never, because
We've always been destined to lose
And if you protest
They'll accuse you of being antisocial
Young long-haired one
Obey the authority
Otherwise
You know very well where you'll end up
When will we receive some good
News from the authorities?
When? I think never, because
We've always been destined to lose