Sin Hogar
Buenos Muchachos
Homeless
I hate the family life
If they know I'm out there,
Here or there
If I can't sleep,
Looking for my clothes
Looking for my drugs
They want to have it all
And don't see that I'm not...
Now! I want to be someone
Let me be
He locks himself in the closet
Hides his blue mole
He's not sad, he doesn't exist anymore
His place,
He has to run
He has to fly
To kick at dawn
Crying as he walks...
Now! I want to be someone
Let me be.
Now! I want to be someone
Let me go!
Let me free!!
THE BODY FLIES!!
