I hear the rich guns go pop pop, Arriba!   All this noise has got to stop, Arriba!   All those burns who have no cash, they're lazy!   And if they think they're getting ours, they're crazy!   See them mill around, hear their angry talk   We will mow them down, we will make them stop      There are people we admire, Arriba!   Those with courage under fire, Arriba!   We will give them uniforms, Il Duce!   We will pay them to perform, Il Duce!   Hear the tramping feet of our hired guns   Doesn't it sound sweet, isn't this such fun      Hear the bullets fly, see the people die, hear the children cry   I hear the rich guns go pop pop      We will send them all around, Arriba!   To kill the fucking underground, Arriba!   Rape the women, they're whores, Las Putas!   Everything they have is yours, Las Putas!   We just want to stay in our safely homes   The chairs on which we sit are made of human bones      Hear the bullets fly, see the people die, hear children cry   I hear the rich guns go pop pop