Todos Muertos
El Peyote Asesino
All Dead
You hate the noise of the street
g you like everything you don't see
if you can't be at peace
let out your anger once and for all
You hate the fire of the city
g you like the time that doesn't give you
there's no one else, it's just you
play your cards and do it right
And it's that...
The rhythm of the bullets is marking the beat
the dead who don't register the massacre
the squares are empty and in the bars the smiling ones
the psychedelic sirens play the national anthem
Give me a kiss baby
what I want is your saliva
we are all dead
but we have to dance anyway
