From Venezuela with Love

Waxed and new, an invertebrate too, and a megaphone for a voice
An electric head, it appears braindead, and a privilege instead of a choice
American eyes, an American mouth, and he fires an invisible gun
When connection comes and election lies, then the workers finally strike
Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I’m sending my affection, Venezuela
But don’t glorify your progress anymore
Come to me, I am the fun new think machine
Come to me, I am the only one
Come to me, I am the fun new think machine
Come to me, I am the only one
Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I’m sending my affection, Venezuela
But don’t glorify your progress anymore
Raise up your guts with your industry
Staple your possessions to the floor
I’m sending my affection, Venezuela
But don’t glorify your progress anymore