Mexico

Ripping up the system
That's cleansing us from our beliefs,
Open to a war
To destroy these injustices,
They burn down cities
To prevent the uprising,
The barrels full,
And we are ready for change.

Looking at our backdoor
For incoming bombs,
Waiting for the president
To make his last speech,
The bodies laying on the floor
Enough for us to rise,
One magazine after another,
The only way you will realize
The suffering and the poor you have created.

The sounds of a bomb
Dropped a hundred times,
In the middle of societies civilized life,
A hundred grand
In each pocket of a rich man,
And a loaded pistol
In the hands of a peasant.