The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
The bourgeoisie has neither charm nor discretion
With her doll hair wigs
The bourgeoisie wants to be a member of the Country
Want to go to New York to shop, yeah
Poor me who came from the heart of the bourgeoisie
I'm rich but I'm not stingy
I also smell bad
I also smell bad
The bourgeoisie is doing away with Barra
Boats full of children sink
And sleep peacefully
And sleep peacefully
Napkins are always clean
The maids, uniformed
They are caboclos wanting to be English
They are caboclos wanting to be English
The bourgeoisie stinks, yeah
The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
The bourgeoisie does not notice the pain
From the chewing gum seller
The bourgeoisie only looks at itself
The bourgeoisie only looks at itself
The bourgeoisie is the right, it is war
The bourgeoisie stinks
The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
People will see that they are being robbed
There will be a revolution
Unlike the 64
Brazil is fearful
Let's get the money stolen from the bourgeoisie
Let's go to the street
Let's go to the street
Let's go to the street
Let's go to the street
To street
To street
Let's end the bourgeoisie
Let's dynamite the bourgeoisie
Let's put the bourgeoisie in jail
On a forced labor farm
I'm bourgeois, but I'm an artist
I'm on the side of the people, of the people
The bourgeoisie stinks, stinks, stinks, stinks
The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
Pigs in a pigsty
They are more worthy than a bourgeois
But there is also the good bourgeois
Honestly living off your work
But he wants to build a country
And don't abandon him with a dollar folder
The good bourgeois is like the worker
It is the doctor who charges less for those who do not have
And he is interested in his people
In human beings living like animals
Trying to hang you in the car window
At the sign, at the sign
At the sign, at the sign, at the sign
The bourgeoisie stinks
The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
The bourgeoisie stinks
The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
The bourgeoisie stinks
The bourgeoisie wants to get rich
As long as there is bourgeoisie
There will be no poetry
Source: Musixmatch
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