Autos de Choque
Enrique Bunbury
Bumper Cars
Who are you going to believe?
That man or your own eyes?
Broken mirrors
The tam-tam and those who make
The drums sound
You don't seem to understand
After all
They give you almost nothing
Baits and placebos and a precipice
That leads to a landfill
They make us sweat blood
In bumper cars without a steering wheel
Moralizing nonsense
Customs vigilantes
Manuals of civility
As they pass by
They leave behind
A generational crop
Of damaged people
Connected to their own reflection
They make us sweat blood
In bumper cars without a steering wheel
Moralizing nonsense
Customs vigilantes
Manuals of civility
We only have one purpose
A purpose that is
Beyond their domains and delusions
A gagged bunker
To disappear without a trace
They make us sweat blood
In bumper cars without a steering wheel
Moralizing nonsense
Customs vigilantes
Manuals of civility
They won't stop us
With a measly loot
The things that are important
Are not within their reach and they cannot understand their language
