Viva La Vida Loca!

Let me tell you the story
Of Zombie's biggest worry
That will make you feel sorry
'Cause we destroyed all his glory

The reason is easy:
People got cheasy
By watching dumb TV
And getting more sleazy

Zombie walks through town
He is just on his own
Keeping head sadly down
Sorrow makes him frown

Modern people look like him
The living death boxed in skin
So rough and grey, hair so thin
Workflow made their shape so slim

What is alive seems so dead
Broken heart and humming head
And what Zombie knows and dread
Story will turn out so bad

Zombie is still on his way
Leaving behind his toughest day
Couldn't make a woman bray
And he watched a bloody fray

Zombie likes to be the fright
But people do not fear his sight
Zombie wants to start a fight
But youngsters do that every night

Poor little undead thing
His life dangles on a string
New age makes him struggling
Zombie's nature's tarrying

Zombie leaves into the dark
Sadly all dogs start to bark
When zombie steps into the park
To go back to his graveyard

D'you know 'bout Maquiladoras?
These factories are in Honduras,
Where the women sing sad songs
Threatened by men with guns?

No one asks, no one knows
About any people of those.
You should know: in this small world
Human rights ain't more than dirt.

Freaky business is all I see!
But that's how capitalism is used to be!

From our side comes no regret.
For beauty we accept the death.
Young girl's tears run down your hat,
That once a knitting woman shed.
She suffered pain in hands and head;
No one cried, when she dropped dead.

A Silesian weaver of our time.
Poor victim of a pervert crime.
Her head was humming bad enough
But chief treated her so rough.

The bloody truth behind a brand
Is absorbed in lethal sand.
It's our stuff for best disguise
And at the same their cruel demise.