Perrozompopo

Perrozompopo crawling on the walls
Moving like a balanced cat, man
Not dumb, very cunning
Like the street dogs in Managua
Sweating bullets
Crossing streets, eating trash
Swallowing anything
Because for each of us
One thing is something different in our minds

Come heal the rotten wound in your soul
Perrozompopo, taking over those places
That are already abandoned
Like your mind, like your legs
Like your poor, red, defeated lips
Not human, alienated by poverty
By the laziness of a damn politician, son of a bitch and not yours
Not a relative and with rage and malice will sink his teeth
Here in your belly

Come heal the rotten wound in your soul
And you who sing, don't be afraid
Your words have power, I believe it
Don't be fake, don't sing covers
Create awareness in the piece of heart we still have

If we come together, man
And with our heads we handle this mess
Surely the fat one falls into the hole
Or any cocky guy with a knife, even if he's tough, falls
No low blows, everything is clear
My strong ball only threatens your lie
Anger is what you provoke when you lead your people to the sweatshops

Come heal the rotten wound in your soul
And if you think nothing is happening here
And if you think there's no theft here
Come to my mouth, I'll clarify it for you
With a shot full of statistics and truths
Come to my church, where there are no fake cardinals
With SUVs, or little dogs that hate tortillas

We're fed up with governments
That fill their pockets while the rest of us are left in the desert

Come heal the rotten wound in your soul
And you who sing...don't be afraid...