After a nice weekend it is Monday again (almost done, but still there) and today's song is dedicated to the Spanish Government and the opposition, which have been fucking the country for seven or eight years and now they transfer it to another party, but for me basically is the same shit. Now they approved what they call the new "working law" that is no more an euphemism as saying that it is good for the workers. Well, let's put it real, it is the new "slavery law".
So here it is for all of them, politicians, corporations, bankers and all that scum:
Gástale una broma - Make a joke
Welcome to the working market,
buy the cheapest worker.
Special sales!
Guarantee assured,
he is meek and efficient,
his contract is rubish,
don't hesitate to phone us!
Your friends that are going
to sell you also colaborate,
antiworker unions
Comissions and UGT, (the two main workers unions in Spain)
helped by the mafia that you will have to feed
relatives of the rich people:
the government and the employer's federation
But I have a cure
for this sickness,
fuel in a bottle,
throw it hard agains the window
But I have a cure
for this sickness
make a joke to the precariousness
We are going to burn, we are going to burn
the temporal jobs businesses
We want no pact, nor a new working law
reconversion for the priests,
go to unemployement the militars.
Shall the ministers work for your temporal jobs,
shall that lazies, the royal family.
They will call us terrorist
to go to defend
the bread that very well we win
in the fields or in the factories
but is the working class the one who has to decide
what is its destiny,
how to live.
But I have a cure
for this sickness,
fuel in a bottle,
throw it hard agains the window
But I have a cure
for this sickness
make a joke to the corporate terrorism
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