Nueva america

If you lose a finger
At some point
Of this terrible fight

You gotta pick it up
Clean it good
You better put it on ice

And if you lose a leg
At some point
Of this terrible war

You gotta look it up
Glue it on
You better start walking fast

But if you lose your mind
At some point
Of this terrible life

You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta

Just fly
Just fly

So let me glue your pieces
I am not new in this business
Just come with me
I know how to build
An exploding machine