From Venezuela With Love Songtext
von The Taxpayers

Waxed and new, an invertebrate too
And a megaphone for a voice
An electric head, it appears braindead
And a priveledge instead of a choice
American eyes, an American mouth
And he fires an invisible gun
When the connection comes and election lies
Then the workers finally strike


Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I′m sending my affection, Venezuela
But don't glorify your progress anymore

Come to me, I am the fun new think machine
Come to me, I am the only one
Come to me, I am the fun new think machine
Come to me, I am the only one

Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I′m sending my affection, Venezuela
But don't glorify your progress anymore


Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I'm sending my affection, Venezuela
But don′t glorify your progress anymore