Chicos Pálidos Para La Máquina

Pale kids for the machine
men with guitars in the sunless night.
The guitar heroes are all rusted
and the rookies are all high.

Pale kids looking for danger
with eyes always thirsty for more.
Thirty guys in the drug test
half are blind, half are stoned.

Pale kids crazy with rage
if there’s no hate, there’s no rock 'n' roll.
Tomorrow you won’t quit either
where there’s fire, there’ll be ashes.