Aceite Humano
Los Prisioneros
Human Oil
I’m a cook, I work for Pelayo
Pelayo is my boss, Pelayo is the one who pays
If there’s something that scares me
And it’s something I don’t like
It’s that I have to season with human oil
They bring it in barrels from some strange place
I’ve never tried that
But those who have tried it never came back...
- Waiter: Can you call the cook, please?
The cook?
- Yeah, that’s me
- I’m from Investigations, and I called you because the
food has a really strange taste. I think
it’s the oil. I’ll lock you up, buddy, and you’ll
be dried out. You hear me? Dried out
I’m a cook, I work for Pelayo
Pelayo is my boss, Pelayo is the one who pays
- So you heard me, my friend. Did you get it? Or do I
have to sing it to you again?
- Hey, but...
- Nothing
- Come on...
- Weeeee
They bring it in barrels from some strange place
I’ve never tried that
But those who have tried it never came back...