Lletres:
Gc5 The Kisses From Hanoi Horseshoes Handgrenades

You'll find out your knee jerks just like anybody else You look so young and full of danger Just a glorified rearranger In bed with the money changers Kissing

in the streets It's time to battle back with our minds and with our feet And as the war is waged on the everyday slaves They proclaim our problems stem from

Coming out of the womb the world feels like a tomb We're heavily indebted From the cradle to the grave, we're always slaves Always tugging at credit