Daughter of practice
daughter of tactic
daughter of machinery
this shameless cave
of the entrails
is always accommodating

Shove your grandiosity
in the corner bank
shove it up your verb
you son of a letter

Shove your usury
in the multinational
shove it up your virgin
you son of a cross

Shove your morals
Rules and regulations
offices and neck-ties
your solemn sessions

Gather everything around
spread the Vaseline
shove, push, cram it into
Your tank of gasoline

Arrastâo of Rimsky Korsakov and of the anonymous musicians
who play in the São Paulo night.