Patinador Sagrado

I descend to hell to roll with you
Because I do nothing but listen to your voice
That voice of a dirty throat,
That instead of rushing me, encourages me.
I go against the current to surf with you
Because I do nothing but listen to your voice,
A state of deep trance
Has put me in a vagabond plan.
Dancerollersheebabuggiezombadictosonic
I have whores for the night and some pimps all right
A party with skates, the freakiest in the Guinness book.
Stop, check, listen to me well
Check my tempo, check my tempo.
Hypnotizing you, I will manage to stop...
Stop time
And if I ask you,
Where, how, where like
No one will know for sure,
Where your head change happened.
They will say there and it was in my laboratory.
And I will free you from purgatory
With the holly swing of Chicano
My skates speak Spanish.
What's wrong with the ball bearing wheels,
That you don't go forward or backward.
Dancerollersheebabuggiezombadictosonic
With ink, its octopus stains me,
Its fingers mark my pulse
Smell my pastor-like instinct
Open your bug-eyed mind