Pégale al ruido

See! I told you so.
Here we go again like every day.
Black eye, split lip.
We hit the streets and they tear us apart.
To the Knuckle Friends Association
that has the pleasure of inviting you

to their annual party that will be a wild party,
an orgy of punches, of crunching bones.
With a reserved spot at the hospital.
Fatal. We're gonna end up really bad.
I hit your knuckles with my lips.
It's time for punches.
Hit the noise.
Let's go again.
I'm a bit autistic but I act like an astronaut.
I glide on the track with my sight and by the beat.
And everything escapes me through the lid of the cape.
If they apply therapy to me, I'll commit suicide making noise.
I left a long time ago, I'm looking for the fleece.
If it's gold, it'll be fine, if it's clay, it'll be dirty.
And I carry the troop and celebrate it with a cup
because I arrive dead at the port, and that's where I tie myself.
There's only one Neptune, Poseidon has something and has it.
Where are you going with a Manila shawl?
Where are the keys, killjoy, run and tell?
That something's rigged, that this story is over.
All colored up, I'm going back where I came from.
If I don't come, they would have killed me.
I hit your knuckles with my lips.
It's time for punches.
Hit the noise.
Let's go again.
Won't you dare to hit a man with glasses?
Or will you? You'll be able, lad, let's have a peaceful party.
Hit me straight but don't give me the stick
because I'm preparing my terrible revenge
worthy of reincarnation. Vargas, my dear friend above all,
listen to me now in San Jerónimo
Epitaph of the devil Martinez because
I'm gonna hit your knuckles with my lips.
It's time for punches.
Hit the noise.
Let's go again.