Al Diablo Con Todo

To hell with doing everything right
To hell with coming home early
To hell with styling my hair with gel
To hell with the suit and the office
To hell with protecting my voice from the cold
To hell with living so repressed
To hell with everything.

To hell with the scales and the scales
The hyper complicated harmonies
To hell with thinking about the future
To hell with living so insecure
To hell with forbidding myself from things
That give me pleasure and things happen
To hell with everything.

With one black shoe and one red shoe
I fall asleep where my eyes close
A cheap whiskey in one hand
And a cigar in the other, I couldn't care less
If they keep calling me crazy.

To hell with ironed shirts
With avoiding bursting into laughter
To hell with going out with just one
With avoiding the feathered girls
To hell with keep doing things right
And waiting all day on the platform
To hell with everything.

To hell with looking back
To hell with thinking there's nothing else
To hell with avoiding dancing
If the world says you dance badly
To hell with stopping getting drunk
To hell with quitting smoking
To hell with everything.

With one black shoe and one red shoe
I fall asleep where my eyes close
A cheap whiskey in one hand
And a cigar in the other, I couldn't care less
If they keep calling me crazy.