Vivo En Un Saco

I'm living in a bag, stuck to the ground
where I see people passing by
and when I step out, then I think
maybe I should stay...
I'm living in a bag, full of junk
where I hear people talking
and when I step out, then I think
maybe I should shut up...

I'm not a robot, I have a heart
my clock is the sun and the hours
I'm not a robot, plugged in
to the times we're living in...
I'm not an asshole, nor a preacher
I don't play the tough guy and if I go down, I go down,
they say I'm done for
well, maybe that's true...

I'm living in a bag, stuck to the ground
I'm living in a bag, full of junk
and when I step out, then I think
maybe I should stay...
I'm living in a bag, stuck to the ground
I'm living in a bag, full of junk
and when I step out, then I think
maybe I should shut up...

I'm not a robot, I have a heart
my clock is the sun and the hours
I'm not a robot, plugged in
to the times we're living in...
I'm not an asshole, nor a preacher
I don't play the tough guy and if I go down, I go down,
they say I'm done for
well, maybe that's true...

I'm living in a bag, stuck to the ground
I'm living in a bag, full of junk
and when I step out, then I think
maybe I should stay...
I'm living in a bag, stuck to the ground
I'm living in a bag, full of junk
and when I step out, then I think
maybe I should shut up...