Pistolas

You took so much care of yourself and now you're all messed up
No one came to see you
I remember when you danced, I remember you didn't even look
I never quite understood
A neckline that ends where the fall begins
Of some fool without a net
The day you went out, they argued and the button
Was pushed and you see
Hot cement on the pink floor, the wall that made you
Howl like a baby
Retirees of a right they cut off like a fern
The roof made it fall
Alone, and again with nothing after having entered
No way out to old age
The boys and girls' veins rumble to the charge
Again
Guns that fire on their own
Fallen, all unknown
Batons, hitting without reason
Death is a matter of luck
It's like that, there's nothing more to say
It will come out where you least expected
Let them kill each other, let them kill each other
Let them kill each other in Greater Buenos Aires
In the back
Make your ghetto, stay in your neighborhood
And don't tighten the Rosario belt
Santiago del Estero, fighting for their money
Let's put police officers to kill each other
Let them kill each other
Maybe it's not the wine...