Ghetto Letra

fed and grown out of own miserable existence

just like a dog barking mad till chain attached

what are we to do

with what do we have

when we are off the chain?

where are we to appear

with all the nice idea[l]s

to be put into practice

when all we do is blindly following our little leaders?

when do we back ourselves singing, dancing and screaming

'more than music' catchwords

what do we mean? and do we mean at all?

what are we to do

with what do we have

when we are off the chain?

where are we to appear

with all the nice idea[l]s

to be put into practice

till we blind consume ideas

we are just the same

we are just the same sort of what we fight against!

till we do not acknoledge

that we build those ourselves

we fight the mils of our lifes we never gonna win

cuz we do still ignore ourselves...

the mils are in our heads...

and we are in our heads...

and our heads are tame...

we build ourselves the ghetto to survive, the ghetto to backup

our lack of faith in our ideals and our dreams

we build us ghetto to escape the truth, to give ourselves reasons

and make our struggles easy and impress...

when crop is ripe, are we to cook the bread?

when crapper full are we to clean out shit?