| Curro like an animal
the factory is now my home.
I daily piecework
so I can go into debt.
Dream to fly,
go beyond these walls no more.
Bet and play if you're lucky,
try and escape:
I'm looking for Lady Luck
poderme for her escape.
Yiiiiiiiiijah ...
And I send this card
from an island lost at sea.
I sent everything to hell;
you can kiss my ass:
I'm never going back to Curran.
Play like no other:
I hit a pool great.
The fate imposed its rules
and fortune I wanted to look.
Derrocharé my millions
I do not need (or want) more.
Rrrrrrrrrrappa ...
Call me Lord John:
I forgot what it is humility.
Gone was my life
routine work;
Fuck you who can not see.
"Trade Union Movement?:
Life is looking no further!
And shared their fears
and fought for dignity;
Do not touch me balls
because I now I piro the bar.
And bore
working for the fucking boss.
Fed
their bastards as well.
I will not be
longer a slave.
I will live the story
to aging.
Fuck
their miseries!
Come on!
Back to reality
("John, wake up, you're sure to catch").
Went back to sleep:
night shift, usually happens.
And I leave, I have work
and it is time to sign.
Uoooooooooh ...
And bore
working for the fucking boss.
Fed
their bastards as well.
I will not be
longer a slave.
I will live the story
to aging.
Fuck
their miseries!
Come on! |
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