Los Gloryholes - Dictators

You can't kick them 'till they're dead
The kind of father that fists your head
What would it take
For a guy like you
To engage in a conversation
Eye to eye
You make me live
In a made-up country
Your cruelty
Turns my town into a movie set
All innocents
Are wrong in their innocence
Fake integrity
Is tragedy
All dictators are short people
(Woooo oooh!)
Wrong on their purpose
For a higher good
Mean, like a kid
With a machete
(Chete, chete, chete)
All dictators are short people
(Woooo oooh!)
I've seen it
So many times
Hell...
Such a powerful stimulant
You keep playing
I keep suffering
Pride is a virtue
Unlike arrogance
For the time being
I'm fine, but
Life is a gamble
A roll of the dice
With you on the table
The cards are dealt
Dictators, they're shorter
When they're dead
When they're dead
All dictators are short people
(Woooo oooh!)
Wrong on their purpose
For a higher good
Mean, like a kid
With a machete
(Chete, chete, chete)
All dictators are short people
(Woooo oooh!)
All dictators are short people
All dictators are short people
All dictators are short people
All dictators are short people
All dictators are short people
All dictators are short people
All dictators are short people
Fuck you!

Written by:
Francisco Caballero Cervantes

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