Gogol Bordello

If you don't see no punks in downtown,
Do you know this town is dying quick? (just don't look!)
I'll guarantee you in this town
You'll have a trouble finding goddamn prostitutes

In this kind of town
The girls are stingy, and guys are broke
In this kind of town
You will be always dying for a poke

In this kind of town
Sociological balance is upset
And in this kind of town
The women, they never get wet

And in this kind of town
Music is only background for dining
And in this kind of town
Whoah!

So that's when I pull over on a Texaco
With my new friends from Mexica
And with unlimited [budget?] contrabanda
We're starting new... punk rock Parranda
(Ohh fuck! fuck!)

If music doesn't come from windows
You know that something's definitely wrong (It's fucking wrong!)
And all the cars, they pass by in silence
Dead Rollerbladers who roll straight into morgue

And if there is no guitar in a house
You know its owner, he cannot be trusted
And if there is no drum set in the office
Don't be surprised when the business gettin' busted

And if your spouse doesn't play a sitar
Don't expect a whole lot of commitment
And if President doesn't play the sax
He will not get an under-table treatment

And in this kind of town
Say you kick somebody in the head -
They just politely sue you
But mad, no, they don't get mad!

So that's when I pull over on a Texaco,
With my new friends from Mexica,
And with unlimited [budget?] contrabanda
We started new... Samba!

[Spanish]
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And in this kind of town
The sociological balance is upset
And in this kind of town
The women, they never get wet