Locos Rayados

What do I have to do, to understand
That people need a reason to exist
I look at myself in the mirror and I feel drawn
Something is confusing me and I don't know what it is

The psychoanalysts turn me into a patient
And even the world is impatient to know
Who I am.
I open the window, climb up the vine
I start counting stars

I say A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O
Nobody, nobody knows what to do.
How to go, how to be, how to see, how to be.
It's the world of the misfits
It's the world of the misunderstood
It's the world of the crazy stripes
It's the world of the divine beings
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

It's the world of the misfits
It's the world of the misunderstood
It's the world of the crazy stripes
It's the world of the divine beings
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

I live in a corner where the sun sometimes reaches
I think that I don't think what you should think
I hide from the laws, I have fun with your face
When I want, I look at the newspaper and say

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O
Nobody, nobody knows what to do.
How to go, how to be, how to see, how to be.
It's the world of the misfits
It's the world of the misunderstood
It's the world of the crazy stripes
It's the world of the divine beings
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,