Gástese El Parné

I walk in through the door
feeling cold beneath my feet
when I look to my right
I see a baton strapped to some loser
an idiot watches me
and someone pushes me to the other side
everyone is in a hurry
but some are confused with amazed faces.

Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow your cash
give it a very discreet and very English cut.
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow your cash
always cutting back and never make it to the end of the month.
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow your cash
terrorism disguised as a department store.

All their workers look
with faces of desperation
everyone dressed the same
selling their Profidén smiles short
and the sweaty poor
are going to blow all they've earned
and as they leave a crowd of kids
looking at the toys fill the herd.

Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow your cash
give it a very discreet and very English cut.
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow your cash
always cutting back and never make it to the end of the month.
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow your cash
terrorism disguised as a department store.