A Las Piedras de Belen

They told me to shut up
That there's not much more to see
They told me to leave
To stop messing around
They got me into a mess
That in the end I'm not sure how to get out of
I wonder what they were thinking
When they were about to screw, no, no,
Yeah
To be spit on in the face
To hurt more today than yesterday
To be sucked into the cane
To be taught how to lose
I don't want to wake up paranoid anymore
In the middle of the night.
I don't want them to catch me this time,
No, no, no, not this time
In the light of the stars
To the stones of Bethlehem
To Gioconda's tits
To the multiples of three
I head towards that point where there's something
And at the same time there's nothing
I wonder what else I can do.
No, no, no...(do)..