Bailan

Mom, it’s ridiculous to be sad
After all the shit you pulled in life
I know I’m not who you wanted
But we’re even, I wanted you to be a good mom and you weren’t

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

Smoking weed until I’m pissed and no one even complained
When the shrink drugged me up to my ears and at his whim
Sharing blood with you all is embarrassing
That’s why more than once I thought about cutting my veins

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

Pour me more coffee, 'cause there’s no good faith left
There’s no one to save me, honestly, I only trust
That I want some fleeting affection
Knowing they’ll throw it back in my face, I’m off to the whorehouse

And I want two crazy trains in poses that provoke
To forget that they tried to screw me by popping my balloons
Leaving voodoo in my body, how many needles were there?
Aha, but they forgot to sew my mouth shut

They say revenge is never good
They say it kills the soul and poisons it
Or not, babe? That it’s a dish best served cold, you know
The gossip also says it tastes like heaven’s cream

I can’t reach the Heineken, so what? I can’t stop thinking green
About really needing to drink, I need a change urgently
But once again the day slipped away playing with the mirror
He who laughs first loses

I’m sleeping with the one I don’t love
And the one I love is getting it from someone else
I love you and don’t want to screw you over
But you’re not the only road I want to ride on my bike

Blood, shit, and spit in the toilet
Hunger, herbs, and getting high while I bleach
A garden, the brooms, you think I’m disgusting
And that’s not even the place where my songs come from

A tale that fools them, and sometimes even a bad joke (Ha)
What can we do, they’re whores
It’s the bitterness of a live-it-up attitude
I was in the eye of the hurricane and made it hallucinate my way

When I get tired I go where no one interferes
To where a kid lives that they thought was dead, but he’s not
I was smoking Poxyran in Plaza Miserere
Running from the family and hoping no one finds out

That his girlfriend is a fairy, she loves the stuff
She works in a brothel a couple blocks away
She likes it when someone with rights keeps an eye on her
But she paints her lips the color that the clients like

She also hasn’t heard from him and at the hour of the first fuck
The clocks never arrived
She was picking daisies, got tired
Had a few margaritas and left to get picked

They dance, the fairies dance
The fairies and the witches dance, I saw them
In skirts and high heels shaking that ass
And in their hands, a can of Speed

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

And like March, I write non-stop to avoid shooting myself
The weed smells like piss from umbrellas, to eat there’s a mess
My brains and the excesses want and want excess of smoked sex

I can’t tell if it’s right or wrong
That I can’t go 24 hours without being high
I can’t tell if it’s right or wrong
That I can’t go 24 hours straight

I threw a wish for help into the water
Holding the nerve of a hunted person like a perpetrator
It works, they say it works but
I have a slight suspicion that the sea didn’t get my message

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

She’s light as a feather, stiff as a board
And in her speech, she has an ancestral touch
Without tact, but I know how to stay intact
We entered into 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
I’d be torn between the feeling of penetrating you
And the dumb face you make when I do it

There’s a rock in my shoe
And with the noises from my stomach, believe it or not, there was no partridge
I’m walking barefoot on the shards of a broken picture frame
Of what was a happy family

They dance, the fairies dance
The fairies and the witches dance, I saw them
In skirts and high heels shaking that ass
And in their hands, a can of Speed

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