The frustrations of those who have a chronic tomorrow
not driving the car made out of his hands
is the slave of his block, is a slave Feel
its product remains strong but in fact is a dead man Like
reduced, it is a race against time
At first his contract will go to a company in bankruptcy
I hear crying about his condition on a Spit
'where there is no longer master
not driving the car made out of his hands
is the slave of his block, is a slave Feel
its product remains strong but in fact is a dead man Like
reduced, it is a race against time
At first his contract will go to a company in bankruptcy
I hear crying about his condition on a Spit
'where there is no longer master
is the world where more than sudo take it in the ass
is the world where the rich man's son sleep safe
the son of the worker has the nightmares about his future
is an injustice that causes pure hatred indomitable
The worker who makes the Fiat Uno did not see his thing
When you hear the number one
A happiness angry but do not know anyone
the son of the worker has the nightmares about his future
is an injustice that causes pure hatred indomitable
The worker who makes the Fiat Uno did not see his thing
When you hear the number one
A happiness angry but do not know anyone
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