Senhor do Bonfim

(Wet fingers don't judge
Wet fingers don't judge
Wet fingers don't judge
Wet fingers don't judge
Wet fingers don't judge
Wet fingers don't judge)

Intoxicated
Thrown in the city
I question my sanity
There's no solution
They insist on giving me medication
I feel suffocated between the walls of these
Buildings
And in the boredom
Back to the psychiatrist again
What is clear to him
To me is abstract
He tries to treat me
Mistreats my intelligence
Sometimes I even doubt his existence
Cough, hopes it's not tuberculosis
If blood comes out, screwed
Oh, neurosis
Another dose
Congenital panic
In these streets there's more crap than toilet
Paper
Cachaça softens my body
I feel anemic
What the hell is this about being controversial
What the hell is this about being controversial
Cleaning up the scene
I am the Lord of Bonfim
In the beginning was the word and my verse is the end
Wet fingers don't point and don't judge

Someone who has never felt what I feel
Judges me like a father, holding a belt
Someone who has never felt what I feel
Judges me like a father, holding a belt

And I, love who I want
Live as I want
Do what I want
Nothing will stop me, brother
I do what I want
I love who I want
Live as I want
Nothing will stop me, brother

Wet fingers don't point and don't judge