El Tatuado

(Oh, it can't be, I see it and I don't believe it)

After five years, we had him back
The eldest son who was imprisoned in the north
We went to the airport to pick up the absent son
That because of the juntas he was a criminal

We already had the party prepared at home
So that when he arrived, he would have a hard time
Because we were so happy, we couldn't believe it
That my son, after so much, was about to return

More when I saw my boy, who got off the plane
I didn't recognize him anymore, all gangocho and bald
But the worst was at home when I saw him naked
That's when I got the eye when I saw him all tattooed

Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass

Why did you get a tattoo?
Well, that's it
Why did you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why did you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You're already unhappy
You stupid fat ass

On the nape of the neck, an L and an A
And down on the neck, the name of his mother
He had a cross painted on one of his arms
With the name of a friend who was shot dead

Then he brings another tattoo, which is two painted faces
One of them is crying and the other is laughing out loud
On the other arm he carries a colored flag
And an old lady with a charro hat and her boobs out

Everything is well painted, from the elbow to the wrist
It brings a car, a death and an Aztec calendar
On his chest he has Westside, which I think is his neighborhood
And also two hands together holding a rosary

It has some Chinese letters and the head of a dragon
A few dice and a light to the sacred heart
On his belly, he has the word "vato loco" written on it
On my back, my last name and a tear in my eye

Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass

Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass

Oh, oh, oh
That's why one gets diseases
For those scares, those sorrows that make one go through
Look at my boy, he came to me more scratched
That a wall of this Los Angeles
And I'm afraid that with those claws and so many tattoos
I hope some policeman confuses him with a, with a cholo

I asked him: Why do you paint yourself? And he didn't answer anything
I feel like bathing him with pure hydrogen peroxide
I'm going to soak it in bleach and scrub it with soap
Just look at all the letters, it already looks like a blackboard

And these gossipmongers bring it by word of mouth
He's more scratched than a bathroom at the power station
Central bus station
Don't do that with your body

Let's see, tell me what you find
You think you look great walking around covered in stripes
As much as I want to, boy, I can't understand you
I think you already tattooed yourself over there

Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass

Why do you get tattoos?
Well, that's it
Why do you paint yourself?
Well, that's it
Why do you scratch yourself?
Well, that's it
You are already disgraced
You stupid fat ass