As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta LOC
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the streetlight
Been spending most their lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
When lights go down
I see no reason for you to cry
We've been through this before
In every time, in every season
God knows I've tried
So, please, don't ask for more
Can't you see it in my eyes?
That this might be our last goodbye
Carrie! Carrie!
Things, they change, my friend (woah-oh)
Carrie! Carrie!
Maybe we'll meet again
Somewhere again
I read your mind
With no intentions of being unkind
I wish I could explain
It all takes time, a whole lot of patience
If it's a crime, how come I feel no pain?
Can't you see it in my eyes?
That this might be our last goodbye
Carrie! Carrie!
Oh, things, they change, my friend (woah-oh)
Carrie! Carrie!
Maybe we'll meet again
In the white room with black curtains near the station
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment
I'll wait in this place
Where the Sun never shines
Wait in this place
Where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I'll wait in the queue
When the trains come back
Lie with you
Where the shadows run from themselves
I saw you dancing in a crowded room
You look so happy when I'm not with you
But then you saw me, caught you by surprise
A single teardrop falling from your eye
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
You could've asked me why I broke your heart
You could've told me that you fell apart
But you walked past me like I wasn't there
And just pretended like you didn't care
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
Take me back 'cause I wanna stay
Save your tears for another
Save your tears for another day
Save your tears for another day
So, I made you think that I would always stay
I said some things that I should never say
Yeah, I broke your heart like someone did to mine
And now you won't love me for a second time
I don't know why I run away, oh, girl
Said I'll make you cry when I run away
Girl, take me back 'cause I wanna stay
Save your tears for another
I realize that I'm much too late
And you deserve someone better
Save your tears for another day (ooh, yeah)
Save your tears for another day (yeah)
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Mi jefe no me deja respirar
Mi jefe no me deja ni tomar café
Mi jefe es un vikingo, es un becerro, ¡es un cabrón!
Por eso le cantamo' esta canción
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Mi jefe no me deja ni fumar
Mi jefe solo quiere verme trabajar
Mi jefe es un vikingo, es un becerro, ¡es un cabrón!
Por eso le cantamo' esta canción
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Mi jefe solo me sabe gritar
Mi jefe dice que me quiere despedir
Mi jefe es un vikingo, es un becerro, ¡es un cabrón!
Por eso le cantamo' esta canción
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spanking deals
Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses's dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying: Freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Sticky fingers, hold on tight
Pull me down into the night
I can't do this on my own
Won't you come and heal my broken bone
'Cause when you love like that
There ain't no holding back
Marry me, bury me, bring me back to life
You, you can bring me back from the dead
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead
And I, I can walk straight into the light
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead, wooo!
Take a load of me tonight
Ease my pain and make me feel alright
I can't do this on my own
Won't you come and heal my broken bone, yeah
'Cause when you love like that
There ain't no holding back
Marry me, bury me, bring me back to life
You, you can bring me back from the dead
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead
And I, I can walk straight into the light
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead, wooo!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You're supernatural
But who cares, we're having a ball
In the nocturnal light
Out of sight
We ride out of the night
Woe to you, oh, earth and sea
For the Devil sends the beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding
Reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number is six hundred and sixty six
I left alone
My mind was blank
I needed time to think
To get the memories from my mind
What did I see? Can I believe
That what I saw that night
Was real and not just fantasy?
Just what I saw
In my old dreams
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me?
'Cause in my dreams
It's always there
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
Yeah!
The night was black, was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?
In the mist, dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or just some kind of hell?
6-6-6, the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were phrased
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done
6-6-6, the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
My neighbour's knocking and I open carefully
He looks a bit like Ron Jeremy
He's screaming at me: damn you little Albatraoz!
While he smaells like chips and calvadaoz
He said what the hell is going on
What is the goddamn growl?
That ain't no sound of Rock 'n' Roll
I said I'm so sorry but I got this thing I have to show
That might be good for you to know
So I brought him inside
Don't know why
But then suddenly he just passed out
I thought well alright
Can't deny
That I got a llama in my living room
A llama in my living room
A llama in my, llama in my, llama in my, llama in my
Llama in my, llama in my, llama in my
I got a llama in my living room
I got a
A llama in my living room
I got a
I got a llama in my living room
I am a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I ain't never gonna be your dish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I am not a dog
Or some magic little frog
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking hard-hard-hard
I'm a hard-hard-hard
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I'm a fish, fish, fish, fish...
— Are you Baby Shark?
— No, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
Spitting lines like an author
Crack in my water
Me, SpongeBob SquarePants and your daughter
I know that you wish, I could be in your dish
But baby I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
No one can keep up with me
Bring your friends and you will see
Close your eyes and count to three
'Cause I
I am a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I ain't never gonna be your dish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I am not a dog
Or some magic little frog
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking hard-hard-hard
I'm a hard-hard-ha
I haven't been home for a while
I'm sure everything's the same
Mom and Dad both in denial
An only child to take the blame
Sorry, Mom, but I don't miss you
Father's no name you deserve
I'm just a kid with no ambitions
Wouldn't come home for the world
Never know what I've become
The king of all that's said and done
The forgotten son
This city's buried in defeat
I walk along these no-name streets
Wave goodbye to all
As I fall...
At the dead-end I begin
To burn a bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed
A pill-away catastrophe
On a mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions underground
A shallow grave I
Have dug all by myself
And now I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who was wrong
All innocence is long gone
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief
Where I belong
A walking disaster
The son of all bastards
You regret you made me
It's too late to save me
(You regret you made me
It's too late to save me)
Te lo clavaste burt lancaster,
Te lo clavaste sin piedad
Y ahora ya es demasiado tarde
Porque hasta la uña te arde
Y me quedo sin fumar, fumar, fumar.
Pensaba que eras mi amigo,
Yo pensaba mi amigo fiel
Pero te los fumas doblados
Y estando sentado a tu lado
Sentado por interes, teré, teré
Que si me fumo un canutito
Yo me quedo tonto
Yo quiero llegar a viejo
Más tarde que pronto
Ay qué pena, pero qué pena,
Si yo salgo por la tarde soy malo
Si yo salgo por la noche más malo
Ay qué pena, niño lo que te has perdío
Mira por no haber fumao.
Tanta tinta tonta que te atenta
Y que te atonta
Déjame explicarte
Lo que de verdad te importa
Sube del morube sube
Que te pone por las nubes
Todo lo que tuve te lo di,
Tú no lo dudes
Tanta, tanta tinta tonta atenta
Y si mi garganta canta
Todas las nubes se acuestan
Te lo clavaste bien clavado,
Te lo clavaste sin compasión
No vuelvo a sentarme a tu lado
Porque me tienes marginado
No tienes perdón de dios, de dios, de dios
Que si me fumo un canutito…
Si yo salgo por la tarde soy malo…
Tanta tinta tonta que te atenta…
Olvidando las penas
Fumándome un leño
Del humo salió
Un genio muy pequeño
Cuento tantos cuentos
Que ni quentin cuenta tantos
Curro como un animal,
la fábrica ahora es mi hogar.
Voy a destajo a diario
para poderme endeudar.
Sueño en poder volar,
traspasar estos muros sin más.
Apostar y jugar por si hay suerte,
intentar así escapar:
busco a la diosa Fortuna
para con ella poderme fugar.
Y os mando esta postal
desde una isla perdida en el mar.
Mandé todo al carajo;
podeis besarme el culo:
ya no pienso volver a currar.
Jugada sin igual:
acerté una quiniela genial.
El destino impuso sus reglas
y la fortuna me quiso mirar.
Derrocharé mis millones
no necesito (ni quiero) más.
Llamadme Señor Juan:
se me olvidó lo que es la humildad.
Atrás quedó mi vida,
trabajo de rutina;
que se joda a quien no pueda ver.
¿Movimiento sindical?:
¡que se busquen la vida sin más!
Ya compartí sus temores
y peleé por la dignidad;
no me toqueis los cojones
porque yo ahora me piro al bar.
Ya soporté
el trabajar para el puto patrón.
Alimenté
a sus bastardos también.
Ya no seré
más un esclavo.
Viviré del cuento
hasta envejecer.
Yo no quiero, yo no quiero, yo no quiero trabajar...
Si tengo que poner el culo lo pongo,
yo quiero ser artista,
me cueste lo que me cueste,
me acueste con quien me acueste,
quiero salir en to las revistas,
pos yo no valgo pa estudiar,
ni valgo pa trabajar,
ni valgo pa fontanero,
ni valgo pa electricista,
ni tampoco pa camionero,
ni pa lampista, ni pa chapista,
No valgo pa estar en una oficina metío,
No valgo ni si quiera ni pa estar escondío.
Yo no quiero madrugar,
no quiero despertarme cuando salga la luna,
que canten las cigarras, que trabajen las hormigas,
que yo quiero llevarme, to la vida
rascandome la barriga rascandome las pelotas con las patas pa arriba.
Si tengo que poner el culo
lo pongo
Yo quiero triunfar
Yo no quiero trabajar
yo no quiero hacer ni el huevo
yo no valgo pa na
yo no valgo pa na
yo no valgo pa na...
HACED VUESTRAS COSICAS Y RECORDAD, DESPUÉS DEL VERANO CARTAGINESES Y ROMANOS
@ChiquiVigo
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta LOC
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the streetlight
Been spending most their lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise
I see no reason for you to cry
We've been through this before
In every time, in every season
God knows I've tried
So, please, don't ask for more
Can't you see it in my eyes?
That this might be our last goodbye
Carrie! Carrie!
Things, they change, my friend (woah-oh)
Carrie! Carrie!
Maybe we'll meet again
Somewhere again
I read your mind
With no intentions of being unkind
I wish I could explain
It all takes time, a whole lot of patience
If it's a crime, how come I feel no pain?
Can't you see it in my eyes?
That this might be our last goodbye
Carrie! Carrie!
Oh, things, they change, my friend (woah-oh)
Carrie! Carrie!
Maybe we'll meet again
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment
I'll wait in this place
Where the Sun never shines
Wait in this place
Where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I'll wait in the queue
When the trains come back
Lie with you
Where the shadows run from themselves
@bonobo
Na na, yeah
I saw you dancing in a crowded room
You look so happy when I'm not with you
But then you saw me, caught you by surprise
A single teardrop falling from your eye
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
You could've asked me why I broke your heart
You could've told me that you fell apart
But you walked past me like I wasn't there
And just pretended like you didn't care
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
Take me back 'cause I wanna stay
Save your tears for another
Save your tears for another day
Save your tears for another day
So, I made you think that I would always stay
I said some things that I should never say
Yeah, I broke your heart like someone did to mine
And now you won't love me for a second time
I don't know why I run away, oh, girl
Said I'll make you cry when I run away
Girl, take me back 'cause I wanna stay
Save your tears for another
I realize that I'm much too late
And you deserve someone better
Save your tears for another day (ooh, yeah)
Save your tears for another day (yeah)
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
Save your tears for another day, ooh, girl (ah)
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven, ven, ven, ven quillo, ven quillo, ven pa'ca, ven
Mi jefe no me deja respirar
Mi jefe no me deja ni tomar café
Mi jefe es un vikingo, es un becerro, ¡es un cabrón!
Por eso le cantamo' esta canción
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Mi jefe no me deja ni fumar
Mi jefe solo quiere verme trabajar
Mi jefe es un vikingo, es un becerro, ¡es un cabrón!
Por eso le cantamo' esta canción
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Queremos pan, queremos vino, queremos al jefe colgado de un pino
Mi jefe solo me sabe gritar
Mi jefe dice que me quiere despedir
Mi jefe es un vikingo, es un becerro, ¡es un cabrón!
Por eso le cantamo' esta canción
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spanking deals
Marching forward, hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses's dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying: Freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still, you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Pull me down into the night
I can't do this on my own
Won't you come and heal my broken bone
'Cause when you love like that
There ain't no holding back
Marry me, bury me, bring me back to life
You, you can bring me back from the dead
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead
And I, I can walk straight into the light
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead, wooo!
Take a load of me tonight
Ease my pain and make me feel alright
I can't do this on my own
Won't you come and heal my broken bone, yeah
'Cause when you love like that
There ain't no holding back
Marry me, bury me, bring me back to life
You, you can bring me back from the dead
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead
And I, I can walk straight into the light
You just gotta use your pretty head
You can bring me back from the dead, wooo!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You're supernatural
But who cares, we're having a ball
In the nocturnal light
Out of sight
We ride out of the night
For the Devil sends the beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding
Reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number is six hundred and sixty six
I left alone
My mind was blank
I needed time to think
To get the memories from my mind
What did I see? Can I believe
That what I saw that night
Was real and not just fantasy?
Just what I saw
In my old dreams
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me?
'Cause in my dreams
It's always there
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
Yeah!
The night was black, was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me?
In the mist, dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or just some kind of hell?
6-6-6, the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were phrased
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done
6-6-6, the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
Unos que ríen, otros llorarán
Agua sin cauces
Río sin mar
Penas y glorias, guerras y paz
Siempre hay por qué vivir
Por qué luchar
Siempre hay por quien sufrir
Y a quien amar
Al final las obras quedan
Las gentes se van
Otros que vienen las continuarán
La vida sigue igual
Pocos amigos que son de verdad
Cuántos te halagan si triunfando estás
Y si fracasas bien comprenderás
Los buenos quedan, los demás se van
Siempre hay por qué vivir
Por qué luchar
Siempre hay por quien sufrir
Y a quien amar
Al final las obras quedan
Las gentes se van
Otros que vienen las continuarán
La vida sigue igual
He looks a bit like Ron Jeremy
He's screaming at me: damn you little Albatraoz!
While he smaells like chips and calvadaoz
He said what the hell is going on
What is the goddamn growl?
That ain't no sound of Rock 'n' Roll
I said I'm so sorry but I got this thing I have to show
That might be good for you to know
So I brought him inside
Don't know why
But then suddenly he just passed out
I thought well alright
Can't deny
That I got a llama in my living room
A llama in my living room
A llama in my, llama in my, llama in my, llama in my
Llama in my, llama in my, llama in my
I got a llama in my living room
I got a
A llama in my living room
I got a
I got a llama in my living room
HACED VUESTRAS COSICAS E IGNORAD EL FIN DEL VERANO Y EL RECOMIENZO DEL REINADO DEL TERROR DE @ChiquiVigo
@ChiquiVigo
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I ain't never gonna be your dish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I am not a dog
Or some magic little frog
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking hard-hard-hard
I'm a hard-hard-hard
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I'm a fish, fish, fish, fish...
— Are you Baby Shark?
— No, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
Spitting lines like an author
Crack in my water
Me, SpongeBob SquarePants and your daughter
I know that you wish, I could be in your dish
But baby I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
No one can keep up with me
Bring your friends and you will see
Close your eyes and count to three
'Cause I
I am a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I ain't never gonna be your dish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking Hardstyle Fish
I am not a dog
Or some magic little frog
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
I'm a Hardstyle Fish
Baby, I'm a motherfucking hard-hard-hard
I'm a hard-hard-ha
I'm sure everything's the same
Mom and Dad both in denial
An only child to take the blame
Sorry, Mom, but I don't miss you
Father's no name you deserve
I'm just a kid with no ambitions
Wouldn't come home for the world
Never know what I've become
The king of all that's said and done
The forgotten son
This city's buried in defeat
I walk along these no-name streets
Wave goodbye to all
As I fall...
At the dead-end I begin
To burn a bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed
A pill-away catastrophe
On a mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions underground
A shallow grave I
Have dug all by myself
And now I've been gone for so long
I can't remember who was wrong
All innocence is long gone
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief
Where I belong
A walking disaster
The son of all bastards
You regret you made me
It's too late to save me
(You regret you made me
It's too late to save me)
Te lo clavaste sin piedad
Y ahora ya es demasiado tarde
Porque hasta la uña te arde
Y me quedo sin fumar, fumar, fumar.
Pensaba que eras mi amigo,
Yo pensaba mi amigo fiel
Pero te los fumas doblados
Y estando sentado a tu lado
Sentado por interes, teré, teré
Que si me fumo un canutito
Yo me quedo tonto
Yo quiero llegar a viejo
Más tarde que pronto
Ay qué pena, pero qué pena,
Si yo salgo por la tarde soy malo
Si yo salgo por la noche más malo
Ay qué pena, niño lo que te has perdío
Mira por no haber fumao.
Tanta tinta tonta que te atenta
Y que te atonta
Déjame explicarte
Lo que de verdad te importa
Sube del morube sube
Que te pone por las nubes
Todo lo que tuve te lo di,
Tú no lo dudes
Tanta, tanta tinta tonta atenta
Y si mi garganta canta
Todas las nubes se acuestan
Te lo clavaste bien clavado,
Te lo clavaste sin compasión
No vuelvo a sentarme a tu lado
Porque me tienes marginado
No tienes perdón de dios, de dios, de dios
Que si me fumo un canutito…
Si yo salgo por la tarde soy malo…
Tanta tinta tonta que te atenta…
Olvidando las penas
Fumándome un leño
Del humo salió
Un genio muy pequeño
Cuento tantos cuentos
Que ni quentin cuenta tantos
la fábrica ahora es mi hogar.
Voy a destajo a diario
para poderme endeudar.
Sueño en poder volar,
traspasar estos muros sin más.
Apostar y jugar por si hay suerte,
intentar así escapar:
busco a la diosa Fortuna
para con ella poderme fugar.
Y os mando esta postal
desde una isla perdida en el mar.
Mandé todo al carajo;
podeis besarme el culo:
ya no pienso volver a currar.
Jugada sin igual:
acerté una quiniela genial.
El destino impuso sus reglas
y la fortuna me quiso mirar.
Derrocharé mis millones
no necesito (ni quiero) más.
Llamadme Señor Juan:
se me olvidó lo que es la humildad.
Atrás quedó mi vida,
trabajo de rutina;
que se joda a quien no pueda ver.
¿Movimiento sindical?:
¡que se busquen la vida sin más!
Ya compartí sus temores
y peleé por la dignidad;
no me toqueis los cojones
porque yo ahora me piro al bar.
Ya soporté
el trabajar para el puto patrón.
Alimenté
a sus bastardos también.
Ya no seré
más un esclavo.
Viviré del cuento
hasta envejecer.
Si tengo que poner el culo lo pongo,
yo quiero ser artista,
me cueste lo que me cueste,
me acueste con quien me acueste,
quiero salir en to las revistas,
pos yo no valgo pa estudiar,
ni valgo pa trabajar,
ni valgo pa fontanero,
ni valgo pa electricista,
ni tampoco pa camionero,
ni pa lampista, ni pa chapista,
No valgo pa estar en una oficina metío,
No valgo ni si quiera ni pa estar escondío.
Yo no quiero madrugar,
no quiero despertarme cuando salga la luna,
que canten las cigarras, que trabajen las hormigas,
que yo quiero llevarme, to la vida
rascandome la barriga rascandome las pelotas con las patas pa arriba.
Si tengo que poner el culo
lo pongo
Yo quiero triunfar
Yo no quiero trabajar
yo no quiero hacer ni el huevo
yo no valgo pa na
yo no valgo pa na
yo no valgo pa na...
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