Veteranos

Veterans...
Veterans...
Veterans...
Veterans...

They give us side-eye when we walk into every place,
conflicting passions from years of experience.
Not my phrase, but it's brilliant:
"It's hard to be humble when you're so great."

We met prophets, crude charlatans,
defenders of high but dark ideals.
I learned that troubadours, bandits, and jesters
have no access to the holiest places;
since they never prayed, there's no God to endure them.

Taste of Veterans
Up to our necks in shit
we survived it
Veterans!

With three-quarters talent
and a few drops of inspiration
like an aged tequila.
Taste of a veteran.
Veteran.

We met women of all kinds
who searched through the depths of my pants
for a place at the top, their place under the sun.
Elbow deep, gone overboard;
I confess that drugs, baby, never provide answers,
they replace emotions when you can't find them.

Taste of Veterans
Up to our necks in shit
we survived it
Veterans!

With three-quarters talent
and a few drops of inspiration
like an aged tequila.
Taste of a veteran.
Up to our necks in shit
we survived it
Veterans!

With three-quarters talent
and a few drops of inspiration
like an aged tequila.
Taste of a veteran.
Veteran...
Veteran...