The morning bursts and hits me in the face
The factory sucks and so does the boss.
This city is shaped like a trap
grabs you by the neck and good
You decide darling, we what to do
we leave right now or we see ourselves fall
You will say, mate, what do we do?
we steal water or die of thirst
Who is more alive of the two?
who laughs at the stones on the road, you or me
who is more alive of the two
who always dominates the hit against the ground
When the air tastes rancid, everything around it rots.
and the roses suddenly stink of tar
we have already crossed deserted seas of sand
and we will do it again
una y otra vez
Who is more alive of the two?
who laughs at the stones on the road, you or me
who is more alive of the two
who always dominates the hit against the ground
Another flavor another color
carnivals that taste of fear and lies
more or less the same as our own lives
time travelers on the back of a new plan
fly and collect that the day is leaving
Who is more alive of the two?
who laughs at the stones on the road, you or me
who is more alive of the two
who always dominates the hit against the ground
Mestizo extracted from the Revolver. Words and music by Carlos J. Goñi.