El Circo Romano

Necrophilia, I'm not made of flesh and bone
a dead cat in the coffee cup
sex promoters of the gambling den,
a blind man sells the Gardel's holy card.

And the madness that unleashes the storm
among orgies of contamination,
I don't want to be one more of the Roman Circus.

Butterflies with heels and silicones
a decapitated man sells me a headache pill,
an executive hanged himself with the tie
and the chronicle paints terror.

And the madness...

Where does that rabid pack go
all for a bone at the end of the month,
gentlemen's sauna!
continuous porn!
pull the trigger one by one.

More massacre in the downtown
a beggar dies at the hotel's door
the pizza gets cold, the glass of wine spills
another one lies on the train tracks.

And the madness...