oh happy land
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes
are freshly cleaned
Now we're driving toward the judgment
On the dollars worth of gasoline
Julio hits the boulevard
Running scared and filled with hateful love
Was a dollar's worth of
flame and petrol
thrown inside the social club
Where upstairs his Honduran friends
were drunk on the American Dream
Yeah, they were ready for,
ready for the glory ride
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh, happy land
Oh, happy land
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes
are freshly cleaned
Now we're driving toward the judgment
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh, the banana dacquoise,
exotic drinks from many foreign lands
But when the smoke hit their lungs,
they died with their drinks in their hands
Oh Ju lio, poor Julio,
all twisted up with his romantic needs
Four real estate developers
all twisted up with their financial greed
Oh, happy land, oh, happy land
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes
are freshly cleaned
Now we're driving towards the judgment
on a dollar's worth of gasoline
87 people with a smoky
taste of hell on earth
87 coffins lined up
all around the victor -deval -tage
Building violations,
the politicians beat their
chests and scream
Well, they got a lot of mileage
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh, happy land, oh, happy land
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes
are freshly clean
Now we're driving toward the judgment
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Oh, happy landing
Oh, happy landing
We have paid for our admission
And our dancing clothes
are freshly clean
Now we're driving toward the judgment
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
Now we're driving toward the judgment
On a dollar's worth of gasoline
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