Vámonos Pa'l Sur

Tired of the kisses you didn't give me
Libido due to excess of cold blood
I untied the knots that gagged me
The mouth of joy's funnel

Because investing in cans of nonsense soup
Is like varnishing your own coffin
I would have given you more than you steal from me
I told the north when I went south

With two or three metaphors on my neck
And a drop of lead in my tear duct
My duet of quack-quack with Daffy Duck
Rolled through the city's bars

What do you want? I learned to survive on stories
Painting self-portraits for the bearer
If emotions are lacking, I invent them
The early morning has no heart

The tomato sauce of wounds
Is cut with a shot of vanity
Birds don't know about goodbyes
Nor do they leave prisoners when they go

The roosters' crests without a henhouse
For the broth of the day after
Yesterday you didn't want me, today I don't want you
Tomorrow we won't have anyone to love

With two or three icicles in my guts
And a one-way ticket to nowhere
My face, my bowler hat, and my good pipe
Opened the windows to the here and now

Don't go too far with the law, tell me in the street
Who knows what to say to the citizen
Lacking substance, details abound
The train is already leaving from Estació de França

What do you want? I learned to survive on stories
Painting self-portraits for the bearer
If emotions are lacking, I invent them
The early morning has no heart