Réquiem Alegre

A ghost dog like me crosses the avenue
Illuminated by a blinding lightning
And there are ghosts there, they are the martyrs of Plaza de Mayo
The only thing that pays off is forming a band
I'm talking about rock and roll, just rock and roll

That I live in New York, that I often have lunch in Paris
That I travel on my own plane
And I hide in Madrid from my compatriots
That I use fake names to travel

Identity is a serious matter, my friend
That's why I hide it in the false bottom of my briefcase

Revenge brings you closer to your enemies
If life doesn't provoke you, provoke it yourself
A couple of dead eyes will come to visit
Only then will we have a lot to sing about

I fear men
I fear men
Men who fear God