September 11th Songtext
von BOOTCAMP
September 11th Songtext
Never forget
Side with the poor, that′s what we get
A junta and death
Rulers who breathe with capital's breath
Tried crawling out from America′s boot
They call up the goons, tell them who to shoot You have no say
They love elections if they go their way
Struggle, you pay
Disappeared to Estadio Chile
The USA
A bastion of hope?
What a fucking joke
What a fucking joke
A sick fucking joke
Side with the poor, that′s what we get
A junta and death
Rulers who breathe with capital's breath
Tried crawling out from America′s boot
They call up the goons, tell them who to shoot You have no say
They love elections if they go their way
Struggle, you pay
Disappeared to Estadio Chile
The USA
A bastion of hope?
What a fucking joke
What a fucking joke
A sick fucking joke
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