Miguel Gritar

That he's tired of being told what to do
that any wretch gets more action than him
that he's fed up with feeling uncomfortable and impassive
that the line next to him always moves faster

That his boss is more capricious than a diva
that he travels to Soho and he's facing eviction
that he wouldn't quit but he'd give
a couple of punches plus VAT

That the guy has photos of his Lamborghini
taking Martini with the girl in a bikini
and that annoys him but no longer excites him,
not even Fellini's Dolce Vita

Maybe I don't agree
but I don't mind that voice
and then I start to think

I don't know, what makes me stay
I don't know, what blocks me here
Why do I always end up listening to Miguel scream?

That his wife was unfaithful on their honeymoon
That he doesn't care to be cruel or what people think of him
and even if she runs for someone to help her
he'll tear off her skin and make a fox fur coat

That he's not a Brad Pitt look-alike
That he never saw Limp Bizkit or Aerosmith
That he's like a Hobbit or Roger Rabbit
that everything gives him a deficit and nothing a surplus

That not even a lightning brightens his mundane life
that he met roosters that turned out to be hens
that he'll break the bad streak with an axe
and he won't bow his head to any cretin

Maybe I don't agree
but I don't mind that voice
and then I start to think

I don't know, what makes me stay
I don't know, what blocks me here
Why do I always end up listening to Miguel scream?

I don't understand what's happening,
I work like a donkey and can't buy a house
and nothing surprises me
and I'm as calm as a bomb
life handed me a raw deal
I've always been the odd one out
I can't help anymore
this world is not healthy
I can't take it for another minute

That he feels like in a coma in an ICU
Like the most wanted criminal by the FBI
Like the most persistent debtor of the IMF
Like the rawest product of the GDP

That he was motionless with the Chernobyl incident
That he managed to see the pope in the Popemobile
That he never saw the light at the end of the tunnel
and didn't find peace even searching on Google

That he no longer wants to live
That he's within the range of the time to depart
That he's 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 blocks me here
Why do I always end up listening to Miguel scream?