Juan Represión
Charly García
Juan Repression
B-Side
Juan Repression wears a sad blue coat,
Lives like he's begging for forgiveness, hiding from the sun.
Juan Repression knows, there’s no one who loves him,
The bullets that people have, shot him down standing.
This is the story of a man who knew very few letters,
And dreamed of the justice of comic book heroes.
He dressed up as good with a villain's disguise,
And the heroes of history are the everyday heroes.
Poor Juan, hate does you so much harm,
And you wait for your death,
Just one early morning,
In the hands of the same society.
Juan Repression dreams of being invisible,
He can't stand the truth, and terror's gonna kill him.
Juan Repression screams, Juan Repression cries,
The poor guy's so crazy that he locked himself in jail today.
This is the story of a man who wanted to be superhuman,
And reality, then, slipped through his fingers.
And now he plays thieves with Batman and Robin,
In a nursing home, with clowns and worms.
Poor Juan, I feel so sorry for you,
All the repressed will be your friends,
When you throw down your disguise.
