El Conde Crápula

I'm looking for the worst
Infected sex, an alley
Sick souls, loveless
Low passions

I'm looking for the best
Pollen and coke, having fun
I look for another night, another night to get sick
Dirty pensions

No matter the price, I'll pay
I never drink to forget
I know what I'm looking for and where
The emotions are

Who knows, knows where I'm going
Who knows, knows what I'm up to
Who knows, knows what I'm about
If I'm hot

And the sun, damn son of a bitch

I was always the last to pray
I'm the first to sin
My body always asks for more complications

I never make it to the end of the month
I know it's due to lack of interest
I do enough, you know
Just to stay alive

Just to stay alive, it's all the same to me
Just to stay alive, eight to eighty
Just to stay alive, it's all the same to me
Just to stay alive, operated flesh

And the sun, damn son of a bitch

In the morning the sun rises
And at night I go out
I buy complications