dice are rolling the knives are out i see every bad sign in the book and as far as they can
overweight to a man they have that lean and hungry look but we still have the magic we've always had
the descamisados still worship me we arrive thanks to them and no one else no thanks to
your generals a clutch of stuffed cuckoos it's not a question of a big parade proving we're
big with the mobs on the street you're wrong the people my people the people belong to no one
they are fickle can be manipulated they don't matter however much they love you now it matters
more that as far as my stuffed cuckoos are concerned you don't politically exist so i don't
exist so i can't for nothing try saying that on the street when all over the world i am argentina
ah most of your generals
wouldn't be recognized by their own mothers
but they'll admit i exist when i become vice president
that won't work we've been through all of this before they fight you tooth and nail
you'd never overcome them with a hundred rallies and even if you did yes
your little body slowly breaking down
you're losing speed you're losing strength not style that goes on flourishing forever
but your eyes your smile do not have the sparkle of their fantastic past if you climb one more
mountain it could be your last i'm not that ill bad moments come but they go
some days are fine some a little bit harder but that doesn't mean i should change my routine
have you ever seen me defeated don't you forget what i've been through and yet i'm still standing
and if i am ill that could even be to your advantage advantage
advantage i'm trying to point out that you are dying
this talk of death is chilling of course you're not going to die
then i must now be vice president
and i shall have
my
people come to choose
to
empty their villages
knows me as argentina
that
is
is
oh i shall be a great vice president
and
you
cesso
Gaender

you
your
career

no
you
go
go
What happens now?
Where am I going to?
Don't ask anymore.