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Ele veio quente e hoje tá fervendo
Quer desafiar? Não tô entendendo
Pra votar Bolsonaro, minha mão já tá tremendo
Dou pra CUT pão com mortadela
E pras feministas, ração na tigela
As mina de direita são as top, mais bela
Enquanto as de esquerda tem mais pelo que cadela
Bolsonaro salta de paraquedas
Bolsonaro, capitão da reserva
E o Bolsonaro casou com a Cinderela
Enquanto o Jean Wyllys só tava vendo novela
Jandira Feghali nunca morou na favela
Luciana Genro apoia os sem-terra
Mas não dá o endereço pra invadirem a casa dela
Essa juventude só se degenera
Pega o Paulo Freire e manda pra estratosfera
Um Brasil pra frente é o que o povo espera
Vamo distribuir livro do Olavo pra galera
Ciro Gomes, baita zé ruela
Lula preso dentro de uma cela
Paga de comuna e mente à vera
Mas vai pra Nova Iorque quando pode, a Manuela
Bolsonaro salta de paraquedas
Bolsonaro, capitão da reserva
E o Bolsonaro casou com a Cinderela
Enquanto o Jean Wyllys só tava vendo novela
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.’
‘Good!’ said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
‘But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all.’
So he made rebellion ’gainst the King his liege,
Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege.
‘Nay!’ said the cannoneer on the castle wall,
‘But Iron — Cold Iron — shall be master of you all!’
Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid ’em all along;
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron — Cold Iron — was master of it all!
Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!)
‘What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?’
‘Nay!’ said the Baron, ‘mock not at my fall,
For Iron — Cold Iron — is master of men all.’