It’s your business.
She’s not my girl.
She needs your arms.
I can’t understand it.
I don’t admire your behavior
I don’t like your shades.
Could you do me a favor?
I’m a silent hate.
I won’t deny you are a sexy man.
But tell me, does it fill you?
Answer when you can.
You walked embracing someone,
You were never alone.
I need solitude,
But I don’t kick the world.
These days we are living,
When everything could be wrong,
How do you arrange your mind
To seem so sure?
I won’t deny you are a sexy man.
But tell me, does it fill you?
Answer when you can.
You left school.
You saw no use in thinking.
If a cup is near to you,
You just take it.
At last, let me ask you
One more stupid question,
From my rotten impotence:
Was your daddy a transvestite?
I won’t deny you are a sexy man.
But tell me, does it fill you?
Answer when you can.
Red and green the traffic lights
Switch twice a minute for no one
And the street lamps are turning off
And a truck is washing the street.
A bunch of boys in desperation,
Wait for someone at the gas station,
A dawn of poor winners
In my first world city.
At dawn
You’re not alone.
There’s always someone in your same mood,
Up or down.
Contemporary cavemen
Have stolen a glass from the last bar
and laughing with their colleagues
they look and howl like hyenas.
Girls so young and pretty
Are because of their mini skirt,
They wish they had worn stockings
In that frozen winter night.
At dawn
You’re not alone.
There’s always someone in your same mood,
Up or down.
You regret the chances
You’ve missed tonight
But on Friday will come a time
To show your art.
Waiting until next week
You get home as the sun rises,
Your parents are still sleeping,
You close the door with care.
At dawn
You’re not alone.
There’s always someone in your same mood,
Up or down.
I’ve seen your face before,
Your eyes can’t be forgotten,
My feelings are broken,
Do you believe in God?
If you believe, I do,
If you’re a sinner, me too,
Well, tonight it’s too late
To be alone with a glass.
Understand me, I’m not the kind of guy
Who craws on his knees searching lips.
I’m really in love, in love, in love,
In love…with you.
I’ll buy you a strong drink,
I have my car outside
If you are hungry dear,
I’m hungry too, tonight.
Tonight I’m what you need,
What you need me to be,
Let my fingers slide over
Your sticky lips.
Understand me, I’m not the kind of guy
Who walks on his knees looking for lips.
I’m really in love, in love, in love,
In love…with you.
No one I’ve ever known
Stumbling…Kapow!
Kapow! Kapow! Kapow!
Well, it’s not too late
When I get back home,
With my hands in my pockets,
But I take a walk,
I love to get lost where the streets
Turn to alleys.
I’ve always loved
Roaming alone,
Dodging garbage bins,
I don’t need anybody.
I’ve always loved
Roaming alone,
Speaking with myself,
Writing thoughts.
Tramps rise from the dark
And shake their bottles
And ask me for a coin.
An ambulance turns on
The blue sirens
And the driver laughs.
I’ve always loved
Roaming alone,
Dodging garbage bins,
I don’t need anybody.
I’ve always loved
Roaming alone,
Speaking with myself,
Writing thoughts.
But I never choose,
I’ll never have you,
I’ll always lose.
I pretend I love
Roaming alone
Dodging garbage bins,
Faking I don’t need anybody,
Far from home,
Roaming alone,
All alone,
with no will to get home.
Sometimes I’d like to be a son of a bitch,
I’d like to behave in public like when I’m alone,
Scorning my lover, mocking the others,
Scratching my ass with no care.
They look at me and see a moving object,
When they don’t look through me like I was made of glass,
They rule the earth, they are a terrestrial whale,
The human version of the alpha male.
We’ve grouped ourselves, there are a bunch of us,
Victims of those bully boys,
We meet once a week to badmouth them,
And play with our childhood toys.
Help us, please, we need to escape
From these doubts about ourselves.
Crying because we are sure
That we are not sure at all.
It’s a song ‘bout a son,
Everybody is a son,
Everybody is wrong
Everybody goes on.
It’s a song ‘bout a tragedy,
A song ‘bout a son,
Well, ‘bout a son of a bitch
Nobody understands him,
Nobody tells him off
He thinks they respect him
And it makes him feel strong.
It’s a song ‘bout a son,
Everybody is a son,
Everybody is wrong
Everybody goes on.
It’s a bad explanation
It’s a poor excuse
Not a sister’s death
Or a father’s abuse
It’s a song ‘bout a tragedy,
A song ‘bout a son,
Well, ‘bout a son of a bitch
He thrives on our panic,
Deep down he’s afraid,
Irrelevance flies in his head.
Die, son, die,
Son of a bitch, but son,
Everybody is wrong
Everybody goes on.
Ambush planned by spirits
There’s a secret justice,
Or my regret is a liar.
Bumpy is the road of my carriage
Now my socks are my shoes,
And there are stones here.
Wild old nights
Come back, now.
It could have been better
That you had never been.
She’s gone, but she’s no one I’ve ever known
You can bury my bones,
God will sweep them later.
There won’t be a single fingerprint of my being
I won’t appear in the scriptures
Now I feel so hollow.
Wild old nights
Come back, now.
It could have been better
That you had never been.
I’m sick. I feel the end is very near.
There’s a scythe hanging above me,
This is a wrong man’s goodbye.
I was so neat.
(Instrumental)
I spent my time with showy girls
of honky voice and loud red dress
drinking and laughing with few words,
dying trying to fuck each night.
I was impulsive then when I moved,
my bill became a fat cow,
I could have bitten a dog when I was drunk,
I always like to talk about me, somehow.
I cut whiskers and painted heads,
a roving bomb, a rowdy stain,
we mingled with Reuben & his Jets
it’s a smoky memory I can’t forget.
My liver cursed me so many times,
Bourbon was my second name,
I put my trust in nasty investments,
I used to be angry so I felt a man.
Playground of light: here’s my body,
the only thing I’m sure is mine,
I paid my rent and the ones of my friends,
and I learned a non-sexual use for my mouth,
And this lazy guy stopped sleeping
though a half of my brain is damaged forever,
It’s like the animation of a cartoon,
Movement is a magic fog and there is fog around.
While tonight’s splendor hits you.