Miguel Gritar
El Cuarteto de Nos
Miguel Screaming
He is tired of being told what to do
That any unfortunate person gets more than him
Who got tired of seeing 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 up
That I wouldn't give up, but I would give it
A couple more punches and he was going
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 holding me back here
Why do I always end up hearing Miguel scream?
That the woman was unfaithful 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 his skin and turn into a fox coat
That is not an identikit of Brad Pitt (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 scream?
I don't understand what's happening
I work like a donkey and I can't buy a house
And nothing surprises me
And I'm as calm as a bomb
Life gave me a hard time
I was always the last one in the jar
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 IMF's most persistent debtor
As the largest gross domestic product of GDP
Which was left motionless by Chernobyl
Who 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 holding me back here
Why do I always end up hearing Miguel scream?
Listening to Miguel scream