Bailan

Mom, it's shameless to be sad
After all the crap you did in life
I know I'm not who you wanted
But we're even, I wanted you to be a good mother and you weren't

There are subtle ways to use brute force
You know, old man? Don't tell me I received the same affection
As my brothers, that my inferiority complex
Is far from thinking the same, you son of a bitch

Anger is smoking weed that he didn't even complain about
When the psychiatrist drugged me up to my ears at his whim
Sharing blood with you is embarrassing
That's why more than once I considered cutting my veins

I don't know how to feel
How to discern the greetings on my birthday
If they're affectionate so I stay strong
Or they want to celebrate that I'm a year closer to dying

Serve me more coffee and there's no good faith left
There's no way out, the truth is I only trust
That if I want temporary affection
Knowing they'll throw it in my face, I'm going to the brothel

And I want two trains of crazy poses provoking
To forget that they wanted to mess me up by spying on my balloons
Leaving my body in voodoo, how many needles were there
Uh-huh, but they forgot to sew my mouth

They say revenge is never good
They say it kills the soul and poisons it
No, kid, it's a dish served cold, know it
The bad tongues also say it tastes like cream from heaven

I don't reach Heineken, so what? I can't stop thinking green
In the duty of truly drinking, I need an urgent change
But once again the day went by playing with the mirror
Whoever laughs first loses

I'm fucking the one I don't love
And the one I love is being fucked by someone else
I love you and I don't want to screw you over
But you're not the only path I want to ride on my bike

Blood, shit, and spit in the toilet
Hunger, herbs, and insertions while I pour bleach
A garden, the brooms, you think I'm disgusting
And you haven't seen where my verses come from

A story dazzles them, and sometimes even a bad joke (Ha)
What can we do, they're whores
It's the bitterness of a long live the seed
I was in the eye of the hurricane and made it hallucinate my way

When I get tired I go where no one interferes
Where a kid lives who they thought was dead, but he's not
I was snorting Poxyran in Miserere Square
Escaping from the family and no one finds out

That his girlfriend is a fairy, she loves coke
She works in a brothel a couple of blocks away
She likes whoever rightfully watches over her
But she paints her lips the color the clients like

She also without news from him and at the time of the first fuck
The clocks never arrived
She was plucking daisies, got tired
Had a few margaritas and went to be plucked

They dance, the fairies dance
The fairies and witches dance, I saw them
In a skirt and high heels they move that body
And in their hand, a can of Speed

They dance, the fairies dance
The fairies and witches dance, I saw them (I saw them)
In a skirt and high heels (In a skirt and heels)

And like March, I write non-stop to avoid shooting myself
The weed smells like piss from the umbrella, for food there's reviro
My brains and excesses want and want excess of smoked sex

I can't distinguish anymore if it's right or wrong
That I can't go 24 hours without being high
I can't distinguish anymore if it's right or wrong
That I can't go 24 hours well

I throw a cry for help to the water
Holding the nerve of a pursued like a perpetrator
It works, they say it works but
I have a slight suspicion that the sea didn't understand my letter

What did I try with Christ?
I tried to contact his old man, but he just leaves me on read
The other said: Son, eat of this bread
I took the line that separated the beautiful from the macabre

She's light as a feather, stiff as a board
And in speech, she has like an ancestral touch
Tactless, but I know how to stay intact
We had carnal contact in full astral plane

Will she remember when we were the lady and the bum?
If I could choose a pleasure to take me to the other side
It would be between the sensation of penetrating you
And the face of a slut you put on when I do it

There's a pebble in my shoe
And with the noises of my belly, believe it or not, there was no partridge
I walk barefoot on the glass of a broken picture frame
Of what was once a happy family

They dance, the fairies dance
The fairies and witches dance, I saw them
In a skirt and high heels they move that body
And in their hand, a can of Speed

They dance, the fairies dance
The fairies and witches dance, I saw them (I saw them)
In a skirt and high heels (In a skirt and heels)

(Light as a feather, stiff as a board)
(Light as a feather, stiff as a board)
(Light as a feather, stiff as a board)
(Light as a feather, stiff as a board)