A Congress Of Culeros

A few culeros are in charge of our country
a few cunts in the mix
they are the rich the gullible elect
thinking they are like them
blinded by rhetoric they follow like sheep
the culeros take their wool
the culeros take their mutton
but the gullible come back for more
and they get it up the ass
thinking they are grazing in the grass
and in the next election
they still line up for the erection

Straight Outta The Holiday Inn

The city rises around my room
its rats better than its people
a solitary gangmember
risks his worthless life at the 7-Eleven
the rich suck ass up in the hills
where wildfires take their revenge
no real people live in Malibu
I draw the blinds in my room
the sun picks at the window
the tv blares that stupid America
has squandered everything good
that's ever come its way