I hear the rich guns go pop pop, Arriba!
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All this noise has got to stop, Arriba!
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All those burns who have no cash, they're lazy!
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And if they think they're getting ours, they're crazy!
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See them mill around, hear their angry talk
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We will mow them down, we will make them stop
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There are people we admire, Arriba!
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Those with courage under fire, Arriba!
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We will give them uniforms, Il Duce!
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We will pay them to perform, Il Duce!
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Hear the tramping feet of our hired guns
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Doesn't it sound sweet, isn't this such fun
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Hear the bullets fly, see the people die, hear the children cry
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I hear the rich guns go pop pop
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We will send them all around, Arriba!
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To kill the fucking underground, Arriba!
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Rape the women, they're whores, Las Putas!
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Everything they have is yours, Las Putas!
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We just want to stay in our safely homes
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The chairs on which we sit are made of human bones
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Hear the bullets fly, see the people die, hear children cry
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I hear the rich guns go pop pop
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Rich guns
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