Paroles de Grave Slave

Grave slave, farmer of lost souls Broken down thin, into the soil The disease of civilization Spit it out, shit it out Pistolero Pistolero Pistolero (No funeral, no roses) Pistolero Pistolero Pistolero You walk like you know this city Every street, every back-alley Hood over my head, in a suicide smock Well-can I walk the walk? Pistolero Like a fuckin' drunk piano At the border Law and order Victory has mil padres The loser is an orphan! Electoral eats the puppet states Chew the vote, win the race Electoral eats the puppet states We ain't a part of this disgrace (You fuckin' broken man) White claws on the fuckin' pigs Make 'em squeal, make 'em sing White claws on the fuckin' pigs Blow out the candles on the urinal cake! You got a mustache made of shit, gimme a kiss I'm just a moron chasing pigeons in the park But I will leave my mark Muah