Muertos Del Rock (vol.II)

Finally you record an album and appear on the cover.
Now in the neighborhood they look at you differently.
Grandma has sewn many fringes on your jacket.
A genius is born and the world apologizes.
In trendy bars you don't pay for a drink.
New friends invite you to cocaine.
Your time has finally come.
You step firmly on paths of glory.
The radio formula stopped being bad
when you heard your album playing.
You traded leather for crocodile skin.
Finally the world is at your feet.
Rock and roll is not a boomerang
nor the limit between good and evil.
It only lives fast and dies young
the one who is a bit foolish and doesn't take ciripolen.
I hate the rock martyrs.
Jimmi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Sid Vicious,
Freddy Mercury, Johnny Thunders, Kurt Cobain.
Stardom is a calling.
Becoming a millionaire is a sacrifice.
Always crying in the limousine.
Very depressed among movie actresses.
Signing checks, signing contracts
and the manager pays you with hits of heroin.
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll
or end up like Loquillo, a singer-songwriter.
Rock and roll is not a boomerang
nor the limit between good and evil.
It only lives fast and dies young
the one who is a bit foolish and doesn't take ciripolen.
I hate the rock martyrs.