Miguel Gritar

He is tired of being told what to do
That any unfortunate guy gets more than him
That he is tired of seeing himself uncomfortable, or impassive
May the queue next to you always move faster

That your boss has more cravings than a diva
Who travels to Soho and he with the eviction above
That I wouldn't give up but I would give it
A couple of punches plus VAT

That the guy has photos of his lamborghini
Drinking martini with the girl in bikini
And that irritates him but it doesn't excite him anymore
Not even Fellini's Dolce Vita

Maybe I don't think the same
But I don't dislike that voice
And then I start to think

I don't know what makes me stay
I don't know what's blocking me here
why do i always end up hearing miguel screaming

That the woman was unfaithful to him, on their honeymoon
He doesn't care about being cruel, or what people think of him
And even if she runs to get help
He's going to rip off her skin and make himself a fox coat

I don't use Brad Pitt's identity kit (no)
Who never saw Limp Bizkit or Aerosmith (no)
Which is like a hobbit (yes), or Roger Rabbit (yes)
That everything gives a deficit and no surplus

That not even a ray illuminates his dull life
Who knew roosters that turned out to be hens
He's going to cut the bad streak with an axe
And he doesn't bow his head to any cretin

Maybe I don't think the same
But I don't dislike that voice
And then I start to think

I don't know what makes me stay
I don't know what's blocking me here
why do i always end up hearing miguel screaming

I don't understand what's happening
I work like a donkey and I can't buy a house
And nothing, it surprises me
And I'm so calm, like a bomb
Life gave me a hard time
He was always the last ear of the jar
And I'm not giving a hand anymore
This world is not healthy
And I can't stand it another minute

That feels like a coma in an ICU
As the FBI's most wanted inmate
As the most persistent debtor of the IMF
As the gross domestic product of the GDP

I was left motionless by Chernobyl
I managed to see the Pope in the Popemobile
Who never saw light at the end of the tunnel
And he didn't find peace even by searching for it on Google

Who no longer wants to live
That is within the range of the departure time
That is in the mud and like in the tango
Not even the final shot will work out for him

I don't know what makes me stay
I don't know what's blocking me here
why do i always end up hearing miguel screaming

Listening to Miguel scream