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3 Days.
In a day money went from useful to zero
It hung in their pants like worthless dinero
Cause when they went to spend their cash
They found Fidel's cronies singing
'Use it to wipe your ass'
In three days, all that made their lives
Saw borders shut down, no planes in sight
Under a new order made of rations and greed
Pounding in,
"Worship your new leader, your new creed"
Three days, all who knew gathered what they could pack
Three days or they'd be stuck with no way back
He was lucky
He whom turned to the Jew a year before
Saw him transferring money to a bank offshore
Only the sharp ones got away to a new land
But hey
This is not the story for this promised land, babe
Ironic that toilet paper is such a needed thing
Compound it with the surplus one has in a savings
Haha
As history is headed solely by hand of the victors
I imagine this history will have a new hitler
We will stand an immortal joke in the hands of every childrens book
Trapped
Alone
Bore-dered by hangers standing afoot
Citizens held by a bubble made by their own propulsion
Dishing blame on their neighbor in perpetual compulsion
Cause truly
The land with the biggest military
Surely
Would never turn these funded forces unto thee...
None would ever think...
"Me and my family
Will be safe from tyranny
... So long, I play"
Yea
You really don't want to see results from that decision any day
(What would you do, come, tell the truth)
Cause one word against new Gods
Would mean exhile
Would it not?
Would they line you to execute
Or starve your family till they rot?
I won't find out
I feel I've seen this before
Through stories
Through lives
I have lived before
I may be crazy like grandpa
Like those old Cuban men said
Before they were imprisoned
Now forgotten
Long dead
But I'd rather be crazy
In Panama or spain
Yeah
I'd rather be free
Than hope peace will remain.
It hung in their pants like worthless dinero
Cause when they went to spend their cash
They found Fidel's cronies singing
'Use it to wipe your ass'
In three days, all that made their lives
Saw borders shut down, no planes in sight
Under a new order made of rations and greed
Pounding in,
"Worship your new leader, your new creed"
Three days, all who knew gathered what they could pack
Three days or they'd be stuck with no way back
He was lucky
He whom turned to the Jew a year before
Saw him transferring money to a bank offshore
Only the sharp ones got away to a new land
But hey
This is not the story for this promised land, babe
Ironic that toilet paper is such a needed thing
Compound it with the surplus one has in a savings
Haha
As history is headed solely by hand of the victors
I imagine this history will have a new hitler
We will stand an immortal joke in the hands of every childrens book
Trapped
Alone
Bore-dered by hangers standing afoot
Citizens held by a bubble made by their own propulsion
Dishing blame on their neighbor in perpetual compulsion
Cause truly
The land with the biggest military
Surely
Would never turn these funded forces unto thee...
None would ever think...
"Me and my family
Will be safe from tyranny
... So long, I play"
Yea
You really don't want to see results from that decision any day
(What would you do, come, tell the truth)
Cause one word against new Gods
Would mean exhile
Would it not?
Would they line you to execute
Or starve your family till they rot?
I won't find out
I feel I've seen this before
Through stories
Through lives
I have lived before
I may be crazy like grandpa
Like those old Cuban men said
Before they were imprisoned
Now forgotten
Long dead
But I'd rather be crazy
In Panama or spain
Yeah
I'd rather be free
Than hope peace will remain.
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