I fire against the sun
I’m strong, I’m by accident
my grief-full machinegun
I’m the guy
tired of running
the wrong way
without podium or girlfriend kiss
I’m another guy
but if you think
I’m defeated
notice that the dices are still rolling
because time, time doesn't stop
every other day
I'm surviving with no scratch
of the charity from those who hate me
your swimming pool is full of rats
your ideas don't corespond to the facts
time doesn't stop
I see the future repeating the past
I see a museum full of new things
time doesn't stop
no, I doesn't stop
I don’t have a day to celebrate
sometimes my days pass by in pairs
looking for a needle in a haystack
in cold nights it's better not to be born
in hot ones, you choose: kill or die
and this way we become Brazilians
they call you thief, fag, pothead
turn the whole country into a brothel
because it makes more money
your pull is full of rats
your ideas don't speak to the facts
time doesn't stop
no, I doesn't stop