Cucarachas parte 2

Cockroaches Part 2

I hope the day comes when you humans don’t exist
I hope you all explode, just in case it wasn’t clear

I hope the vertebrate walking comes to an end
That upright posture, without using your antennas
I hope something happens that wipes you out for real
That the bear kills you with the rotten water
That you swallow a thousand liters of wine with watermelon
That only "Freskita" is sold in supermarkets
That Bin Laden boards the Puritas plane
That all the Chinese get together
Jump at the same time and mess up the world
That a container of poisonous yo-yos arrives for you
That "Cosita" and "Sapo" get all cuddly
Or that Bush, half-drunk, presses the red button

But don’t forget
This is Uruguay
Time runs backward
Until the End of the World
It’ll get here
Several years later

- Noooo! No, I can’t take several more years, let’s end this suffering, pass me the "Raid"
- Nooo, wait, wait! Are you crazy, what are you gonna do?
- I said pass me the "Raid"! Goodbye cruel world!
No, wait, don’t just think of yourself, think of our legacy, of what we’re leaving here.
Think of everything we can teach our little ones. Think of that cockroach-to-cockroach talk where we can explain how the world works.

- Yes, little cockroaches, it’s time to explain how the world is.

For example, let’s start with the Middle East: because it turns out Iraq was ruled by a bad guy, and it’s full of oil, which from far away, really far away, looks just like weapons of mass destruction; then another guy who owns the world said, let’s go over there, and we’ll take all the weapons of mass destruction, which in the end was just oil, tough luck.

In the streets of Baghdad, calm was finally achieved
Thank goodness Saddam the violent is no longer around

They do this, Iraqi rebels, they do this, and Bush likes it.
They do this, Brits and Marines, they do this, and Bush doesn’t care
Yankee soldiers, stretching their legs, over Baghdad and Kabul.
Because in the end, they’re black and brown, and who the hell cares about their health.

Thank goodness Saddam the violent is no longer around

- Because in Iraq, little cockroaches, they’re fighting among themselves, on one side the Sunni Iraqis and on the other the Shia Iraqis. And do you know what they sing to the Shia?

Get out of there, Shia, Shia, get out of there, from that place
Get out of there, Shia, Shia, get out of there, they’re gonna bomb
Let’s find a Sunni to grab the Shia and pull him by the hair
The Sunni doesn’t want to pull the Shia, the Shia doesn’t want to get out of there

Get out of there, Shia, Shia, get out of there, from that place

Let’s call the CIA to support the Sunnis and smash the Shia’s head...

The CIA doesn’t want to support the Sunni,
They’re not quite sure which side to take,
They’re not very sure who the good guy is
Because that happened with Afghanistan
First, they supported a bad Taliban
And then he turned around and knocked down the two towers

Get out of there, Shia, Shia, get out of there, from that place

Let’s call the Blue Helmets from the UN to do a peace mission and while we’re at it, let a Uruguayan soldier risk his life but make some cash...

The Blue Helmets aren’t coming, no way
They may be from the UN but they’re not fools
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera
The Shia doesn’t want to get out of there

Get out of there, Shia, Shia, get out of there, from that place

Let’s call the CIA again to sneak in an F16, and almost casually, looking the other way, let a little atomic bomb drop and end the problem.

- Yeeeees

Keep doing your thing
It’s not going that bad
We’ll be here
Waiting eagerly
And without bothering
We want to see the end