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Feos Y Orgullosos

Estereotipos vemos a traves de diferentes medios,
El juego es que luego intentes parecerte a ellos,
Vemos bellos cuerpos según el criterio de una empresa,
Que quieren que esa idea este sujeta en tu cabeza,
Un verano sin polera será tu objetivo,
Juntar monedas para un nuevo auto deportivo,
Somos testigos de como nos venden ilusiones, preocupado de lo físico,
No de las convicciones,
Ves el exito en el maquillaje vestirse de traje,
Ser sumiso y obediente siempre frente al jefe,
Horas estarás mirando tu reflejo en el espejo,
Borrando las yagas que te ha dejado el trabajo,
Rompe la ropa que impone el orden y manda al carajo al jefe con un
Fuerte verde y grueso escupitajo, se solamente tu,
No esa propaganda cuestionate la vida por favor pocos se salvan.
Somos feos, no tuvimos cuerpos de modelo,
Somos altos y pequeños, somos gordos flacuchentos,
Nos vestimos en la feria, no hay marca que represanta,
No hay valor que tengan esas prendas ¿para que te endeudas?
Fuera prototipos,
Son pa tipos que se creen mijitos
Ricos, saben lo que es estar a la moda?
Eso nunca fue ser lindo, quieres parecer pituco y si no tienen lloran,
Despues engordan comiendo hamburguesa en el mcdonal,
Puede ser bonita y tener poco cerebro,
Puede ser horrible teniendo tarjeta de credito,
Pero la belleza no se compra,
No se mira a simple vista no es extravagante ropa,
El capitalismo, te vende la imagen
Le ponen precio a tu persona pa que se
La gasten, en la sociedad de la bulimia
Comen de pura ansiedad hasta explotar, luego se vomitan.
No importa lo que vistas, y no importa no lo que comas,
No puede ser original el que se ahoga entre las modas
Mira las sed con que devoran,
La imagen que te ofrecen,
Ese ejercito de monos que simplemente obedecen
Niños confundidos con deseos que enloquecen los males que te estresan
Tantas normas que deforman
Tu verdadero yo que barreras bajo la
Alfombra este imponiendo estupideces
Y caretas que embrutecen,
Mira como florecen los prejuicios que alimentan,
Peinados y disfraces de una generación de mierda,
Que más que en su experiencia,
Creeran lo que me cuentan al momento de escoger la pega en la que los
Revientan pero a ti que no te irrite que las masas solo imiten,
Y limiten su opinión a lo que la farandula repite,
No nos vamos de culpables aunque algunos no lo
Admiten, si hay tetas envasadas solo deja que te exciten

Disfrazate de punky o de rapero,
Para que nadie dude que tu eres callejero
Producete, lucete, busca tu modelo,
Que ahora hasta los hippies compran la ropa al imperio
Ahorcate con la corbata, usa tacos y destruyete las patas,
Peinate con laca, comprate perfumes como imbecil, gasta plata
Compra la belleza operate la cara que nosotros seguiremos siendo ratas

Y es que te inculcan prototipos de belleza,
Ser presentable para el gusto de la empresa,
Mujeres bien delgadas con vaginas afeitadas como si fuesen mas ricas,
Carretiando maquilladas,
La burguesía y sus clínicas privadas,
Las niñas recibiendo unas tetas de mesada
Y es el criterio de belleza occidental,
Que se mete en nuestras mentes como pauta cultural y es el mercado el
Mayor beneficiado ropa cara que fabrican puros niños explotados,
El pobre aburguesado comprando ropa de marca,
Sometido por la moda y el sistema del patriarca,
Romper el molde estético de la moral,
A ser pollo del sistema yo prefiero verme mal
Ni ahi con ser bonito
Camino fumando pito
Y si me porto como el pico
Es pa romper estereotipos

Debes ser exitoso, el cerdo mas jugoso,
Viajar por el Caribe en crucero es asombroso, leproso,
Te mirarán como un marciano,
La mierda mas hedionda que circula el pantano,
Debes perforarte el ano, pintarte los labios,
Las cuicas de las condes ya vacilan el mohicano, anarco cristiano,
Neonazi pacifista juntos de la mano posaran en la revista,
Mientras las vacas se comen el planeta por la compra de ese pollo
Gratis, operate las tetas,
Deberias ser atleta que paso con la dieta,
Internet dejo cesante a un millon de proxenetas
Los prototipos directo a la papelera,
La moda y la tv te mantienen con la pera,
Auténtico del pensamiento libre,
Cultiva tu actitud, mantente incorrompible,

Nacen estereotipos del absurdo cada segundo en este mundo nació budas
Haciendo dieta, obsesionados para balancear el peso maquillado,
Disfrazados en exceso las vitrinas te preguntan; cuál es tu precio,
Wacho, el comercio en ti ya encontró el queso para derrochar esfuerzo,
Aparentando frente al resto, seres al perfecto,
Pero nuestra existencia ya es un defecto,
Mira tu reflejo en el espejo, asume todos tus complejos,
Te adoctrinan desde burocra la familia y el colegio,
Egocéntrico soberbio preocupado de lo estético sintético mientras el
Consumismo te consume por completo, eres enfermo,
Nadas en tu baba alimentado tu alter ego tapizado en
Mosca obispo ser un accesorio del sistema y de tu cuento
Mantente despierto

Disfrazate de punky o de rapero,
Para que nadie dude que tu eres callejero
Producete, lucete, busca tu modelo,
Que ahora hasta los hippies compran la ropa al imperio,
Ahorcate con la corbata, usa tacos y destruyete las patas,
Peinate con laca, comprate perfumes como imbecil, gasta plata,
Compra la belleza operate la cara
Que nosotros seguiremos siendo ratas

Ugly And Proud

We see stereotypes through different media,
The game is that you then try to look like them,
We see beautiful bodies according to the criteria of a company,
Who want that idea to be subject in your head,
A summer without a shirt will be your goal,
Saving coins for a new sports car,
We are witnesses of how they sell us illusions, worried about the physical,
Not the convictions,
You see success in makeup dressed in a suit,
Be submissive and obedient always in front of the boss,
You will spend hours looking at your reflection in the mirror,
Erasing the sores that work has left you,
Break the clothes that impose order and send the boss to hell with a
Strong green and thick spit, be only you,
Not that propaganda, question life, please, few are saved.
We are ugly, we didn't have model bodies,
We are tall and small, we are fat skinny,
We dress at the fair, there is no brand that represents,
There is no value in those clothes, why do you go into debt?
Out prototypes,
They are for types that think they are little boys
Rich, do they know what it's like to be fashionable?
That was never being cute, you want to look posh and if they don't have they cry,
Then they get fat eating hamburgers at mcdonal,
She can be pretty and have little brain,
She can be horrible having a credit card,
But beauty is not bought,
It is not seen with the naked eye, it is not extravagant clothes,
Capitalism, sells you the image
They put a price on your person so that they
Spend it, in the society of bulimia
They eat out of pure anxiety until they explode, then they vomit.
It doesn't matter what you wear, and it doesn't matter what you eat,
He who drowns himself in fashion cannot be original
Look at the thirst with which they devour,
The image they offer you,
That army of monkeys that simply obey
Confused children with desires that drive crazy the evils that stress you
So many rules that deform
Your true self what barriers under the
Carpet this imposing nonsense
And masks that brutalize,
See how the prejudices that feed flourish,
Hairstyles and costumes of a shitty generation,
That more than in their experience,
They will believe what they tell me when choosing the glue in which they
They explode but don't let it irritate you that the masses just imitate,
And limit their opinion to what the celebrity repeats,
We're not going to blame ourselves even though some don't
They admit, if there are packaged boobs just let them turn you on

Dress up as a punk or a rapper,
So that no one doubts that you are a street,
Produce yourself, shine, find your model,
That now even hippies buy clothes from the empire
Choke yourself with the tie, wear heels and destroy your legs,
Style your hair with hairspray, buy perfumes like a fool, spend money
Buy beauty, operate on your face, we will continue to be rats

And it is that they instill in you prototypes of beauty,
Being presentable for the taste of the company,
Very thin women with shaved vaginas as if they were richer,
Carting made up,
The bourgeoisie and their private clinics,
The girls receiving allowance boobs
And it is the Western beauty criterion,
That gets into our minds as a cultural guideline and it is the market the
Most benefited expensive clothes made by pure exploited children,
The bourgeois poor buying brand name clothes,
Subdued by fashion and the patriarch's system,
Break the aesthetic mold of morality,
I'd rather look bad than be a chicken of the system.
Not there to be pretty
I walk smoking a joint
And if I act like a beak
It's to break stereotypes

You must be successful, the juiciest pig,
Traveling the Caribbean by cruise is amazing, leper,
They will look at you like a Martian,
The smelliest shit circulating the swamp,
You must pierce your anus, paint your lips,
The cuicas of the condes are already hesitating the Mohican, anarchist Christian,
Neonazi pacifist holding hands will pose in the magazine,
While the cows eat the planet for the purchase of that chicken
Free, operate on your tits,
You should be an athlete what happened to the diet,
The Internet put a million pimps out of work
Prototypes straight to the trash,
Fashion and TV keep you with the pear,
Authentic free thought,
Cultivate your attitude, stay incorruptible,

Absurd stereotypes are born every second in this world, buddhas were born
Dieting, obsessed with balancing weight made up,
Overdressed the windows ask you; what is your price,
Wacho, commerce in you has already found the cheese to waste effort,
Pretending in front of the rest, beings to the perfect,
But our existence is already a defect,
Look at your reflection in the mirror, assume all your complexes,
They indoctrinate you from the bureaucracy, the family and the school,
Egocentric superb worried about the aesthetic synthetic while
Consumerism consumes you completely, you are sick,
You swim in your drool feeding your alter ego covered in
Fly bishop be an accessory to the system and your story
Stay awake

Dress up as a punk or a rapper,
So that no one doubts that you are a street,
Produce yourself, shine, find your model,
That now even hippies buy clothes from the empire,
Choke yourself with the tie, wear heels and destroy your legs,
Style your hair with hairspray, buy perfumes like a fool, spend money,
Buy beauty, operate on your face
That we will continue to be rats