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No Habla

from Painkiller by Rat Patrol

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An all-American fat fuck wanted to get rid of some tax. Decided to spend his holidays at all-Caribbean Mex. Bought a return ticket to Can-MF-cun, got into the Royal Plaza with all the other American goons. Didn't care about culture, just wanted to get a tan. And a room with airco, not one with a ceiling fan. 'What about ancient history, the injuns have been faded away, the biggest part of Mexico now belongs to the USA'. I'm not gonna eat them taco and beans shit, just get myself a Big Mac. I'm not gonna drink double X, just Budweiser and Jack. So I'm gonna swim and sun and eat my own decent dish. Fuck them stupid Latinos, they don't even habla English. No fucking habla. American corporations, just bought their way in. They even got Hard Rock Cafe and Pat O'Briens Inn. Forget about that Injun shit, modern mex is the Western way. They're not going to invest in rebels, only in the Caribbean bay. What about Zedillo, what about the PRI? Intimidation and harassment, so what if injuns die. They're a minority in society, the poor will have to go. What about culture and identity, the money is in Acapulco... Cactus juice don't make me loose man. Gonna buy me some snakeskin boots from Vera Cruz. For me no tapas from Chiapas, investment is the only way. In a Caribbean bay, supported by the USA. (Words: Jansel; Music: Jansel/Rat Patrol)

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from Painkiller, released April 1, 1997

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