Anthem Song
Just woken up, I feel confused
Don't know where I am
I'm feeling thirsty, dirty and smelly like an ashtray
Well I'd have to wash my face but the bathroom has that smell
I don't know if there's a dead man, or some junkie eating shit
So me and my crappy face are leaving to a better place
I know the street will say what plans I have for today
Just got a message from the base, but i cannot understand
What the hell they're trying to say, my people must be high as hell
Well, I really have to accept, the fact that I'd love to be like them
So the street spoke and said: "Oh my little fellow let the roll begin"
Nooooow I'm taking the B train, going to the city to see my friends
You know beer don't buy itself, so we'll have to find the way
Acapella I sing my songs, for the people, from my soul
Feel so nice to turn'em on, I can't stop singing yeah
The noise o' the buses
The guy selling glasses, radioactives ratts on the floor
That's my city, isn't she pretty? Please don't forget the chemical fog
Those graffitis on the walls tell me that I'm reaching home
Here are my fellows drinking ron
So pull the fucking trigger and let the bomb explode
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Y así es como explota la bomba che
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Destroying the gates of reason, you can feel the air
Turning thick like winter fog, and as hot as hell
Getting in the playing room, the beats went down to doom
In this place we stop the time, nothing matters, fuck the past
Our heads start to bang, my bleeding throat began to shout
Amplifiers are too loud, all my sorrow falling down
There's no right, there's no wrong, in this place I'm not alone
Testifying a reborn, (and you can hear them singing)
WE ARE PLAYING IN THE GARDEN OF THE ETERNAL YOUTH
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
(Nasty)
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas yeah
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas yeah
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
I'm so glad to be with my brothers making new songs
I just want to do this until my whole life ends up
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned!
We're goddamn Nasty!
Don't know where I am
I'm feeling thirsty, dirty and smelly like an ashtray
Well I'd have to wash my face but the bathroom has that smell
I don't know if there's a dead man, or some junkie eating shit
So me and my crappy face are leaving to a better place
I know the street will say what plans I have for today
Just got a message from the base, but i cannot understand
What the hell they're trying to say, my people must be high as hell
Well, I really have to accept, the fact that I'd love to be like them
So the street spoke and said: "Oh my little fellow let the roll begin"
Nooooow I'm taking the B train, going to the city to see my friends
You know beer don't buy itself, so we'll have to find the way
Acapella I sing my songs, for the people, from my soul
Feel so nice to turn'em on, I can't stop singing yeah
The noise o' the buses
The guy selling glasses, radioactives ratts on the floor
That's my city, isn't she pretty? Please don't forget the chemical fog
Those graffitis on the walls tell me that I'm reaching home
Here are my fellows drinking ron
So pull the fucking trigger and let the bomb explode
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Y así es como explota la bomba che
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Destroying the gates of reason, you can feel the air
Turning thick like winter fog, and as hot as hell
Getting in the playing room, the beats went down to doom
In this place we stop the time, nothing matters, fuck the past
Our heads start to bang, my bleeding throat began to shout
Amplifiers are too loud, all my sorrow falling down
There's no right, there's no wrong, in this place I'm not alone
Testifying a reborn, (and you can hear them singing)
WE ARE PLAYING IN THE GARDEN OF THE ETERNAL YOUTH
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas
(Nasty)
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas yeah
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
Aquí estamos todos de la bondas yeah
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
BOMBA! BOMBA!
Cigarro 'e hierba, birra, vino, pasta y rola
I'm so glad to be with my brothers making new songs
I just want to do this until my whole life ends up
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned! So high!
We're goddamn Nasty!
We're drunk! Stoned!
We're goddamn Nasty!
Credits
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