Debajo De La Cama

When I was a kid, my mom would say:
"I don't like this one" and she'd deal with the dog’s play.
Had to grow up, and some time later
found myself playing in the street once more.
Because of the thief and the cop.

Everyone shouted "Hooray" but you didn’t join in,
you just watched life float down the toilet.
You see, hope gets shattered by trust,
and that guy called you friend out of revenge.

In this world of broken dreams,
here where oxygen is the most fair thing.
Hatred, envy, suffocate the illusion.

There’s always some "I love you" that breaks your heart.

So...

Boom, boom.
What you need is to hold on tight,
I know you’re a believer and want to trust right.

Boom, boom.
This is a nuclear bomb,
the one who smokes with you isn’t your real friend.

Boom, boom.
If you want to hear me out,
I’ll tell you that under the bed hides the snake.

Beware of the guy who, in God’s name,
will get rich by adding your voice.
Beware of the one who forgave your sin
as if nothing ever happened,
and promises to help you escape the flames,
negotiating heaven for you,
the snake hides under the bed.

The promised land for Adam and Eve
had no way out but surrender,
and though being distrustful doesn’t hurt anyone,
if you give me your apple, I’ll take your breath away.

Beware of the one who learned the Hail Mary.
Beware of the guy who baptizes out of habit.
Beware of the dead who aren’t talking with you,
the powder is for luck, not for enemies.

So...

Boom, boom.
What you need is to hold on tight,
I know you’re a believer and want to trust right.

Boom, boom.
This is a nuclear bomb,
the one who smokes with you isn’t your real friend.

Boom, boom.
If you want to hear me out,
I’ll tell you that under the bed hides the snake.

The woman who sheds tears in vain
when she has your love in her hand,
and weaves cobwebs in your heart
after a crazy century of making love to you,
when she says "I love you,"
no matter how strong the urge,
the snake hides under the bed.

There are women who come because they know what you have.
They tell you they love you and keep you entertained.
There are others who use you
and you, wanting them, turn them into your muse.

You dream of love,
they dream of riches.
In matters of passion, the game is quite confusing.

There are others who are deceitful,
who, since they’re with you, adjust to your things,
but when they wake up, the party’s not tasty,
and they sneak out the door with care,
and you get the "Well, poisoned."

So...

Boom, boom.
What you need is to hold on tight,
I know you’re a believer and want to trust right.
Boom, boom.
This is a nuclear bomb,
the one who smokes with you isn’t your real friend.

Boom, boom.
If you want to hear me out,
I’ll tell you that under the bed hides the snake.