Dr. Saturno

I'm up to my neck in money!
Of bad comic masses
Foolproof and three at home
Do you want to believe? Oh, no!

Dr. Saturno, give me an appointment!
I ask you for an improvement

I'm pissing on the door in your cave, love doctor
The oars are very punctured
In the fashion of rock'n roll

I shit on my bones
They spend the corduroy
Soaked in vinegar of nostalgia

I'm blind, fooling around
In the Antibalas Orchestra, Oh no!
Thick, poorly tempered wines
And echoes of Reputalandia trip

I don't march in my old murga
(I don't show myself on the streets anymore)
My dead are so, so far away!
From the screen you look at yourself on

The liver grows, the brain ages
And there's something very strange on my plate

Saturn, give me a turn
(I hope, with you, to improve)
Sweet chain, sweet sentence
God is everything (cannot progress)

Dr. Saturno, give me an appointment!
I ask you for a slight improvement!