Demasiado (part. Ricardo Mollos)

Dirty, loaded trucks keep rolling on
The old whores, they pass, pass, they'll keep passing
The sun takes longer every time
I smoke, smoke, and just wait

Diseases made up by a king
The one of death, and he’s got the law bought
There’s no cure for this sickness
Impunity, the eternal remedy

You’re swallowing the trash from the one in charge
That raw pain is biting at your soul
It’s almost, almost too much
(Oh, oh!)
That pain is biting at you
Today!

The world crushes us and will keep crushing us
And you’re watching it all from the back
You don’t know if such a God exists, but you keep waiting for him

Someone to say who he is
One who’s a judge, it’s almost, almost too much
You don’t know if such a God exists, but you keep waiting for him

You’re swallowing the trash from the one in charge
That raw pain is biting at your soul
It’s almost, almost too much
(Oh, oh!)
That pain is biting at you
Today!

(Today!)

You’re swallowing the trash from the one in charge
That raw pain is biting at your soul
It’s almost, almost too much
(Oh, oh!)
That pain is biting at you
You’re swallowing the trash from the one in charge
That raw pain is biting at your soul
It’s almost, almost too much
(Oh, oh!)
That pain is biting at you
It’s killing me!

Is it the end, Morrison's?