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Southamerican

No more than that, don't fool me
'Cause I'm southamerican from Feira de Santana
Warn the american
I have no faith in Obama
Revolutionary, Guevara
He understand freedom without looking it up in the dictionary
Without looking in the dictionary, he knows freedom
Let's go, I'm tracing several plans
I'll keep humming to plan my counter attack
Fighting back, fighting back
I'm tracing several plans so I can fight back
Fighting back, fighting back
I'm tracing several plans so I can fight back
Fighting back, fighting back
I'm tracing several plans so I can fight back
Fighting back, fighting back
I'm tracing several plans
In the open veins of South America
There's fire burning in every corner
A coup d'etat to the sound of a carabine, a rifle
If justice's blind, we catch who runs away
Justice's blind (fight back)
Justice's blind (I want to fight back)
Justice's blind (I want to fight back)
Justice's blind (I want to fight back)
Inflame, inflame
No more than that, don't fool me
Inflame, inflame
This city is property of Señor Matanza
This city is property of Señor Matanza
This pot, this mine, and this land and this sea
This paramilitary, are property of Señor Matanza
This fed, this snitch and this toad, the union
And the bishop, the general are property of Señor Matanza
Good chicks and alcohol, they are under control
The school and the Monte de Piedad are property of Señor Matanza
He decides where you go, decides what you are not
Decides who pays and says who lives
And my boy they take him and go
The ones that kill, bang bang, are property of Señor Matanza
And they take my boy to the mountain
And they take my boy to the mountain
And they take my boy to the mountain
And they take my boy to the mountain
In the open veins of South America
There's fire burning in every corner
A coup d'etat to the sound of a carabine, a rifle
If justice's blind, we catch who runs away
Justice's blind (fight back)