Grave slave, farmer of lost souls
Broken down thin, into the soil
The disease of civilization
Spit it out, shit it out
Pistolero
Pistolero
Pistolero
(No funeral, no roses)
Pistolero
Pistolero
Pistolero
You walk like you know this city
Every street, every back-alley
Hood over my head, in a suicide smock
Well-can I walk the walk?
Pistolero
Like a fuckin' drunk piano
At the border
Law and order
Victory has mil padres
The loser is an orphan!
Electoral eats the puppet states
Chew the vote, win the race
Electoral eats the puppet states
We ain't a part of this disgrace
(You fuckin' broken man)
White claws on the fuckin' pigs
Make 'em squeal, make 'em sing
White claws on the fuckin' pigs
Blow out the candles on the urinal cake!
You got a mustache made of shit, gimme a kiss
I'm just a moron chasing pigeons in the park
But I will leave my mark
Muah
