M.M.D.C. is the acronym by which the paulista uprising in Brazil became known. It is formed by the initials of the names of four students, Mario Martins de Almeida, Euclides Miragaia, Dráusio Marcondes de Sousa and Antonio Camargo de Andrade, who were killed by federal troops in a clash on May 23, 1932, at the Praça da República, in São Paulo. This event triggered the 1932 Constitutionalist Revolution.
In 1932, Brazil experienced a period in which the Vargas regime was governed without a constitution that formally delineated the powers of the President or that made clear the separation of powers between the National Congress, the Legislature, and municipal councils. In reaction, the Paulistas began to move against the Vargas dictatorship, and students prepared a series of demonstrations, which broke out across the capital in a climate of growing revolt on 23 May of that year.
The Revolutionary League, a cell of the Revolution of 1930, the organization favorable to the regime of Getúlio Vargas was located near the Republic Square. A group of students tried to invade the pro-government League, which resisted with force resulting in the death of four students, Martins, Miragaia, Camargo and Dráusio died - three of them during the confrontation, and the fourth shortly afterward. A fifth student, Orlando Alvarenga de Oliveira, was injured during the fight did not have his name immediately associated with the movement since he died three months later on 12 August, 1932.
We were going nowhere faster than you
Our engines were racing hot and our skin turning blue
Out of our skulls no sleep for a week
You could say we were major league tweeks
We were so strung out and having a blast
Part of that white trash underworld criminal class
We were running those scams, living life on the lam
Living so crazy, eye always looking out for the man
Lowlife trash, bikers and assorted riff-raff
Could you kick it down is what we used to laugh
We were so strung out and having a blast
Part of that white trash underworld criminal class
We were strung, dumb and problems we thought we had none
Generational meth lab dysfunctional kinda' fun
We were going faster nowhere than anybody else
Sure as hell wasn't good for our health
I know we just had to see how high we could fly
Just hope you made it through to the other side
We would never front you off, but could you front me and pay you back real soon
Stealing mail, cashing checks, sweating it out in the heat of noon
Snitch us out and we'll make you pay for it some day
Thick as thieves is what we used to say...
Going nowhere fast... nowhere fast... nowhere faster than you
Then sure enough you're looking out from inside a cell
Trying to figure a way out of this hell
Easy getting hooked tougher getting out
And if you make it then you got the right to sing and shout
We were so strung out and having a blast
Part of that white trash underworld criminal class
We were strung, dumb and problems we thought we had none
Generational meth lab dysfunctional kinda' fun
We were going faster nowhere than anybody else
Sure as hell wasn't good for our health
I know we just had to see how high we could fly
Just hope you made it through to the other side
We would never front you off, but could you front me and pay you back real soon
Stealing mail, cashing checks, sweating it out in the heat of noon
Snitch us out and we'll make you pay for it some day
Thick as thieves is what we used to say...