Seguro Es Por Mi Culpa

I should try a little harder and remember
what I used to do in front of this big microphone
and among these thousand guitars.
I should try harder, they say speeding up
in the middle would slow me down, I can't see the edges.

What would the Clash be without Buenos Aires where you were born?
What would Pizarnik be like as the mother of your birth?
In uniform, they come for me, and the message is written on the wall.
It’s going to be the fifth, and today will be the last time.

In the dim light of a swaying Christ, I discover,
a tunnel, the tunnel I walk through,
which is none other than the escapism of rebellious youth
tearing down to build a refuge
from fifty-somethings into kids who, when not from Detroit, are from here
but mechanical too, and they emit the dim light of a swaying Christ
under which I must admit that if I can't see the edges it's because
I'm in the middle and if Christ sways it's not because churches or faith are
in crisis, but because the wire that should come out the back actually
comes out the side, and that, it's probably my fault, it's probably my fault.

What would the Clash be without Buenos Aires where you were born?
What would Pizarnik be like as the mother of your birth?
In uniform, they come for me, and the massacre is written on the wall.
It’s going to be the fifth, and today will be the last time.

I should try a little harder and remember
what I used to do here, and what I will do.
Here I’ll be, it’s probably my fault.
Here I’ll be, it’s probably my fault.