M.I.C.U.I.S.A. 37% - The Planet of Castaways

Here into freedom age you can talk inside a cage,
police men are on parade
In a building, in a town, in a State, north or south,
people demonstrate around
WTO or IMF, golden world hides the tanks,
everybody smiles and thanks
"Money makes democracy, money makes democracy,
money makes democracy"

Slaughters! Slaughters!

Middle East, Africa, India, South America,
everywhere is a rub-a-dub
They control all the ranks of the Argentina's crack:
thousand dollars in the banks
They are the prophets of free-trade, who can not apply their planes
is out of the holy grace
Nazis of economy, nazis of economy,
nazis of economy

Slaughters! Slaughters!

How many people stay in favelas night and day
without any aid?
How many people fired? Many people suicide?
How many babies slaves?
This is our way of life, medicines are all the lies
about their fucking crimes
"We are better off, now, we are better off, now,
we are better off, now"

Slaughters! Slaughters!