Toda La Vida

I saw you pass by with a national friend,
all my life collecting junk.
Then you went to the bar, choked on foie gras,
all my life eating junk.
Detoxify, and I bought you a ticket to Paraguay,
all my life smoking junk.
And you started to vomit, to reject all pleasure,
to discern, I want to leave.
With a drum, I go to the sun,
you didn't want peace, so I bought you a ticket to Bogotá,
all my life taking junk,
confused, you went to a rehab center,
all my life thinking junk.