Clandestine farm hands raise small kitchen gardens
in the country side of the Drain Traps, there's a
black market of natural food without contraceptive
drugs. The food is used as an unofficial currency.
Many Undergrounds pay dues of a notebook of the
revolutionary war destined to get funds for a
revolution in Hierarchic Democracy, that shall
permit the carries the right of taking part in the
future revolutionary government of collision.
Other Undergrounds believe that these notebooks
are nothing but a governmental trick to choose the
food used as currency, regarding that the hard
workers earn in kilowatt salary hour.

Some Clandestine are even born due, to the eating
of purified food and water. This being done by
female Hardworkers. The government is aware of
this and in order to take hold of the situation
tries to extinguish this food with the spraying of
Agro-drugs in the Undergrounds suburbs.

To tell the truth, they complain but they pay
their monthly dues. Light methods are more worth
than a thousand clubs.

Misery Spreads

The election day is drawing near the promises as
well, there are two candidates the now president
and the opposition the military religious ones
have given a relief the gangs during these weeks
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/MYJprior to the elections but posters cover bathrooms
whore houses and loudspeakers in the streets
transmit the speech of opposition:

"Stand for the new. Amnest to all gangs, new
age of progress needs a leader, I'm elected for
the first time to be the father of you all".

Misery spreads in the working class suburbs
intelligent Load carries are not interesting to
state to the hard workers the tools sex as much as
they want is enough and they watch the railroad
surfin' games (so that they feel a little human).

One of the clandestine speaks aloud to stray the
attention of the others: "Many stay in
silence uncertainty rounds their thoughts maturity
is a kind of obedience what do the years keep for
you?"

"For us a new life in counter system we need
to be more united than even before".
Everybody holds ones another but one of them
called IAN listens more than speaks "Go to
next door".

IAN doesn't have much of a conscience of what's
happening he's never chosen anything in his life
his parents decided he'd be clandestine the state
decided he'd be chased his friends decided he'd be
one more time decided he wouldn't have more time