Callejón sin salida
Barricada
Dead-end alley
The wooden car
moves slowly forward
I can't find the paper
I'm a wandering rag.
Alley, alley, alley
dead-end.
Alley, alley, alley
dead-end.
Alley, alley, alley
dead-end.
Suddenly I realize
there's no one following me
I read something on the wall:
Police killer.
Alley, alley, alley
dead-end.
Alley, alley, alley
dead-end.
Alley, alley, alley
dead-end.
