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Your dead are buried, ours are rebornYou clean up the ashes while we light the fireThey're queuing up to dance on socialism's graveThis funeral is for the wrong corpseThis is my testimony, a dinosaur's confessionBut how can something really be dead when it hasn't even happened?Democracy is an alibiThe peaceful country is an ordered cemeteryWhat you call a sane man is now an impotent manSmart bombs replace the dumb bombsWe can aim right into someone's kitchenHard rice sprays from the cooking potInto the eyes delicate jellyWhen the natural order gets unrulyThe cost of living starts going upThat makes a man's live worth so much less?In the boring land of the snoring menWhere happiness is the taste of a sausageAnd revolution is a powder for your washGlory in the greatest of a toilet soapAnd a man falls in love with a motorHe trades his tractor for a microwaveNow we're all ex-tractor fansMoving over to the golden stateDigging up bones tired old tailsThey undertake to drive in nailsLetras de canciones"Coo what a scorcher!""Are you ashamed of your bum?"The sun is shining all aroundBut it's raining in our heartsHang on in there babyHang on in there childWe're gonna work it out sometimeDown in the dark we've been word-miningWe're caught in the light of the rising moonHairs on our palms and our vocabularyWe're gonna work it out soon From Letras Mania