In a world without values, with fake principles
We are the threat to the established order
Our clothing is a mere rag
And a cane to f*ck with whoever dares to insult us
We are superior to those great thinkers
That eat delicacies amid ostentation
We are vile dogs and we live on the streets
We don't stoop to crave trivial things
Yes, I know who I am! I make you sick!
And your peace dies when you see me
You'll look at me! And you'll know!
That my soul has no price
I've been able to humiliate your emperor
And he answered me with flattering praise
There's no greater wealth than what a dog owns
Nor greater poverty than having only money
Your huge yearning for material things
Impoverishes your soul and makes it vulnerable
You won't be able to fill that endless void
Seeing you frustrated, I die of happiness
Yes, I know who I am! I make you sick!
And your peace dies when you see me
You'll look at me! And you'll know!
That my soul has no price
And your peace dies when you see me
And you'll know that my soul has no price!