Polemic Staff Songtext / Lyric

Polemic staff remains (my lifestyle!)
My thinking, my words, my bass (¡bass!)
My drums and guitar,
It takes what belongs, it takes what be…
(Shouting!) Against my beliefs:
“¡Residuo social!”
The M-19 burns in my arm,
Burns in my arm (burns in my arm!) Polemic staff, it’s just a matter from your soul
Crossover staff, dancing and moshing with your boss (Devices! devices! devices!)
Boss!
(Devices! devices! devices!)
Boss!
(Devices! devices!)

Polemic staff remains (my lifestyle!)
My thinking, my words, my bass (¡bass!)
My drums and guitar,
It takes what belongs, it takes what be…
(Shouting!) Against my beliefs:
“¡Residuo social!”
The M-19 burns in my arms,
Burns in my arms (burns in my arms!)

Polemic staff, it’s just a matter from your soul
Crossover staff, dancing and moshing with your boss

(Devices! devices!)
With your boss!
(Devices! devices! devices!)
With your boss!
(Devices! devices!)
With your mother fucking boss!