From Cambodia to South Darfur,Salvador and Palestine 
tears for all my brothers and my sisters in the war machine 
Children killed for nothing, dying on the borders 
with a bunch of hopes bleeding on their shoulders 
In the cities of control freedom costs a lot of money, 
refugees from all the world tortured by the army, 
human trafficking and little girls in prostitution 
Cops will shoot you in the head, prepare for Revolution 
Soon it's gonna be that day for the weak and the poor 
soon it's [bad word] that day that we won't [bad word]