Argentina

Tighten the grip on the mass you control
Fear those who know
Tighten the hole on the skull of those with creativity
Right to the frontline, cannon fodder

Teach hate to the young
Racism, fascism
How small they are

Don't complain when people leave this putrid hole
And call Uruguay home
There's no room for those who strive for more than mediocrity

Yo soy el Johnny
Vengo del barrio
Y me gusta robar

Le pego a abuelitas
Y paso las noches colando pepitas
Viva Perón

Basta, me voy
Rumbo a la puerta
Y después al boliche en la esquina
A tomar una ginebra
Con gente despierta
Esta sí que es
Argentina



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