Toro

Come on girl come with me
Let's have fun today
I'll paint a mustache on you
I need a good spanking

Crazy slut, burning piano
We were never criminals
Black glasses in the night
Come on boy get in the car

With friends and strangers
We meet in the bathrooms
You always liked them long
Bitter down, bitter down

Neither brave nor unconscious
It's the mark on our foreheads
Lovers on the precipice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice

We climb up to the sky
We fall to the bottom
We always bet everything
Dancing, dancing among the dead
To the sound of the bells

Slaughterhouses of corrugated iron surround the city
We didn't fall into the trap, we've seen the kitchen
And your ovens, we don't like how they smell

I'm going to make you dance all night
We're going to Berlin, I don't want reproaches
Road and speed all night

I'm going to make you dance all night
We're going to Berlin, I don't want reproaches
Road and speed all night, all night