i got food poisoning this one night years later i told my mom the rest of the story so she'd get that after that guy pulled a gun on me in comayaguela coz i pushed him after he fake punched me the silly blondie in shorts boy did i fly like the wind and didn't think about the food poisoning all night the death by belly ache biting my pillow to hide the groans i saw a bus moving and ran for it the driver wove me aboard and floored it and i couldn't stop giggling i hope it didn't just scream gringo asshole touring on a shoestring coz the night before the cops were patting down all the men "looking for guns" they said shhhyeahright they said at the stand where i got my shrimp fried rice and here the song cycles back to the start the point is the belly ache stopped and a few years later a flood from a hurricane crashed down the river flattened the town and my country fed on it so, viva zelaya, viva zelaya coban smelled like cardamom now USA is at it again pardon for the narcofash and screwing the vote can't knock USA's dick in the dirt fast enough waching the world watching still too helpess stll too weak to stop my garbage country's hatred for Zelaya so VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA VIVA ZELAYA
