Now it’s time to tell you a little story,
about our life down here.
it Ain’t as beautiful as the old American dream,
we get around like normal human beings,
Misery it’s at skate as well as corruption,
get’ in the way of the good and decent men,
so we try to survive, we try to make it out
in this wicked world Colombian style.

You call us drug lords and we just laugh,
cause the ignorance of people just make’em look bad;
don’t let the media wash your stupid brains,
and try to get too know us cause we are another thing,
from Bogotá, Colombia es el Desorden Social telling you la historia
So open your mind and open your eras and stop believing that American dream.

Stop believing that American dream(4),
stop believing(8) that American dream.

Lyrics submitted by Desorden

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