Tercos
Cuales son los cerdos
Son tìteres de verde
Son unos salvajes
Le pegan a la gente
Pero ellos son mas tontos
Les pega mi teniente
Son tan ignorantes
Que obedecen sin pensar
Porque estos regalados
No piensan por sì mismos
Te desprecian y te odian
Te pegan por el culo
Porque eres un lambon
Dizque amas a tu mundo
Tienes unas botas
Tienes una gorra
Tienes una placa
Tienes una pistola
Hechas de solo mierda
Y ya con estas cosas
Nos pegas nos gobiernas
Pero ya sabremos
Acabar con esta mierda
Stubborn
What are the pigs
They are green puppets
They are savages
They hit people
But they are dumber
My lieutenant hits them
They are so ignorant
They obey without thinking
Because these spoiled ones
Don't think for themselves
They despise and hate you
They hit you from behind
Because you are a suck-up
Supposedly you love your world
You have boots
You have a cap
You have a badge
You have a gun
Made of pure shit
And with these things
You hit us, you rule us
But we will know
How to end this shit