Come libertad - Gatillazo

Tienes que comerte un trabajo asqueroso

Por esa mierda que te suelen pagar

Y en cuanto te poones algo revoltoso

Llega la madera y su amabilidad

Separa los pies, levanta las manos

Cierra la boquita y mira a la pared

Toma democracia!

Come libertad!

Come democracia!

Traga libertad!

Oh gloria!

Si esto es ser libre — ¿Me lo vas a decir?

Yo soy el papa — ¿O me lo vas a contar?

Menuda banda de macarras!

Y un, dos, tres, cuatro, vuelve la moda militar

Un, dos, tres, cuatro, el negocio de matar

Y uno, dos, tres víctimas ensangrentadas

La función del miedo sigue siendo vital

La democracia — ¿Me lo vas a contar?

Y sus valores — ¿O me lo vas a decir?

Valla cuadrilla de cabrones!

Tienes libertad para vivir encerrado

En cuatro paredes que nunca pagarás

Tienes libertad para vivir endeudado

No apagues la tele o tendrás que pensar

Oh gloria!

Toma democracia trágatela!

You have to eat a disgusting job

For that shit that they usually pay you

And as soon as you put on something unruly

The wood arrives and its kindness

Put your feet apart, put your hands up

Shut your mouth and look at the wall

Take democracy!

eat freedom!

Eat democracy!

Swallow freedom!

O glory!

If this is being free — are you going to tell me?

I am the Pope — Or are you going to tell me?

What a band of badass!

And one, two, three, four, the military fashion returns

One, two, three, four, the killing business

And one, two, three bloody victims

The function of fear is still vital

Democracy — Are you going to tell me?

And their values ​​— or are you going to tell me?

Go gang of bastards!

You have freedom to live locked up

In four walls you'll never pay

You have freedom to live in debt

Don't turn off the TV or you'll have to think

O glory!

Take democracy swallow it!