Argentinamente
Ivan Noble
Argentinianly
Bitter, messed up,
beat up waiting for the thugs' wake,
and let those who kill us die...
Argentinianly aging
among the straw and the theft
of borrowed things,
immigrants and greased up...
Who sets the table?, Who hides the wine?,
In this country that is eating us alive...
Where is the dessert, when there's no spoon?
In this country that is really messing up our face...
We can't do the possible,
we don't ask for the impossible,
and the same old things always come back,
and they come to walk on our backs...
The humidity kills us,
the gifted horses always bite,
and the little god who helps those who wake us up early...
Who sets the table?, Who spits out the wine?,
in this country that is eating us alive...
Where is the dessert, when there's no spoon?,
In this country that is really kicking our asses...
Sons of the very happy holidays,
of the 'follow me' crooks,
of the hit from behind...
Dismissed, well screwed over,
tetra idiots, chewed up,
badly slept, badly screwed,
naked, sushi-fied...
Who sets the table?, Who hides the wine?,
in this country that is eating us alive...
Where is the dessert, when there's no spoon?,
In this country that is really beating us up...
