A truck spits out smog
A plague of people is called afestation
The ambulance asks what its mission is
Whether to kill the one who still lives
Or give it breathing
What color is it? our president
Green, white or red is the present
What color is our president
Green, white or red is the present
And a dog killed by betrayal
Walk the streets again
Now in the stomachs of all those
Who we ate without seeing
That fine gourmet stew from the station
And the bark of the deceased in quatin
A scream becomes a curse
That our snout caged by notion
Releases in the traffic that paralyzes the nation

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