Cuando huele caña
A gente alegre y playa
E Señal de que llegue
A mi tierra de siguaraya

Y se siente muy bien
Estar aquí otra vez
En mi casa
Ver mi raza que pasa

Saluda
Llego el buen hijo otra ve
otra ve

Cuando huele caña
A gente alegre y playa
E Señal que llegue

A mi tierra de siguaraya

Eeeeeeee

se siente muy bien
Estar aquí otra vez

Ver mi raza que pasa
Compai

Llego el buen hijo otra ve
Eh

Ya huele a caña
mi tierra llama

Ya huele a caña
mi tierra llama

So now you’ve picked at me, dissected me, masticated me,
eaten me, feasted on me, wasted me and left me with the scraps.

Now you’ve diverted me, distorted me, dislocated me, decorticated me, dissipated me, integrated me and left me with the scabs.

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit. I’ll lay in wait with baited breath while you wreath and you writhe in the mire or lies that you made and you choke on your own perfect poison.

Now you’ve invested me, invaded me, infested me, downgraded me, masturbated me, violated me.
You calculated me, incriminated me, discriminated me, humiliated me, terminated me, contaminated me.

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit. I’ll lay in wait with baited breath while you wreath and you writhe in the mire or lies that you made and you choke on your own perfect poison.

I hope you’ll be sick

Through your teeth through your stomach through your face, I hope you’ll retch and writhe

Now here come the helicopters
But they won’t save you baby

I hope you’ll be sick through your skin, through your teeth through your stomach I hope you’ll retch and writhe in your own stinking vomit

Through your skin, through your teeth, through your stomach

Retch and writhe, retch and writhe, retch and writhe