Las Suela De Mis Botas

You want me to go up to heaven
To make you a pillow
Out of angel feathers
You want to cut my hair
With a knife
And make me endure it

You hit where it hurts the most
Every time it hurts more

And how can I not argue
If the soles of my boots
Run like two idiots
Always behind you

You want me to go down to hell
To set fire
To your cigarettes
Then you act so tender
It's just a game
To throw me in the mud

You hit where it hurts the most
Every time it hurts more

And how can I not argue
If the soles of my boots
Run like two idiots
Always behind you

One day when you turn around
You'll discover that I'm not there
Only my boots will be there
My cowboy boots

I'll be somewhere else
Trying on another pair
Some that obey me
When I want to leave
And no matter how hard I try, I can't find the
moment to escape.