They killed more childrens in Rio today They're just kids in a mortal game Gunfire crosses the sky like a storm I don't know, but it's smell like civil war
One hundred and eleven prisioners in a hell Policemen trade crack and kill boys and girls The traffickers have more weapons than the army I don't know but it's smell like civil war
Killers wipe out childrens in the church's door Politicians goes to the tv talk about human rights The sacred war almost began When a freak kicked the god's mother face In the name of salvation
Blood, sex, drugs in the city of pleasures Fear, pain, death in the country of carnival
