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Una historia de esclavitud, vudú, bourbon y venganza; A medio camino entre el swing y el punk...
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Let´s Swink!
New Orleans eighteen thirty four
Some whites would kinda live all right
their states spread all through your sight
their wives (dressed with) in our sweat
it was OK, with all
USA but me
One day your master come along
(said): come on niggers, still one more”
The sun was peeling off the skin
our asses were the hell about to burn
the ground
of USA but me
-You bastard lift your papa up
-can't work no more
-Cut it off, the chat
-he can't no more
-hell, up!
-he, he, he, he
-I had enough
-he, he, he, he
-here's your father, dig a hole
but I like to hear you sing
(he likes to hear us sing)
Hooray, hooray, hooray United States but me...
Walking down the Bourbon street
I bump into the lord again
Said : I remember you could sing
you and your brothers come to play and
I let you drink some Bourbon,
but you keep your face away from me.
Right, all we niggers playing hard
above the fine white ladys cotton dresses
we sit on barrels of fine booze
where they couldn`t see us
we ain't want to hurt your eyes
while we set your tits on fire
(we set your tits on fire)
Instr.
Papa guede do your job...
Lock doors...
Taps off...
Drop cask...
wet them...
wet them...
Light match!
Hooray, hooray, hooray!
United States but me.
Let´s swink!
Let´s swink!
Let´s swink!
Moral: you ain't kill a swinky voodoo nigger's father
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released March 11, 2013
Música: Raphael della Guetto; Letra: Raphael della Guetto y Olano Gonfiatto
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