El Calavera - Malas Noticias

Yah, yah, yah (ah-ah)
Who? (ah-ah, ah-ah)

It's Da–, who? It's Davo
The damn little one is at the controls
Hey, you know that it would be easy for me, for my ego, etc., you know (yah, yah, Eirian Music, how?, how?, Eirian Music)
The hard part is putting the world into words, listen
(Yah, hey, it's Davo, who? It's Davo), he says

Bad news always flying around the neighborhood
Where the street serves as a school for many
They call him The Skull and he hangs out by the Alameda
He's not afraid to die so everyone fend for themselves

The man always carries a blade in case a big mouth shows up
He's always high and now everything is normal to him
Come to the neighborhood and you'll see how you end up on your butt
The street is hot, kid, it's better not to go out

Yah
Danger, with God's blessing I make it through
The street taught me what not even a book did
We're always on point and at night like vampires
We've been down and life keeps taking turns

I always knew that things don't go well for those who spit on you
Don't worry, I bring lessons so you can learn
Here they arrive and kill you, plain and simple, no discussion
Don't talk, don't look, don't listen, don't make them execute you

Bad news always flying around the neighborhood
Where the street serves as a school for many
They call him The Skull and he hangs out by the Alameda
He's not afraid to die so everyone fend for themselves

The man always carries a blade in case a big mouth shows up
He's always high and now everything is normal to him
Come to the neighborhood and you'll see how you end up on your butt
The street is hot, kid, it's better not to go out

Living in temptation, the goosebumps won
And according to him, he's done but in the end he relapsed
He walks alone and with God's blessing
A Virgin Mary and a rosary his mom gave him

In his belly he has a piece of bread and a Maruchan
He went to the corner with the blade and the hood
Just on point, damn Skull, stay sharp
I told him a thousand times, but the bastard doesn't listen to me

He doesn't think about anything, his pupils dilated
A face that doesn't like much and that nothing pleases
That chain you're wearing will end up pawned
Before the bus reaches the next stop

Surprise, but a thief doesn't steal from a thief
And on the streets it's normal to find someone tougher
Alright, what the hell alright, asshole?
Let them cry in my house, let them cry in your neighborhood, yoh

Bad news always flying around the neighborhood
Where the street serves as a school for many
They call him The Skull and he hangs out by the Alameda
He's not afraid to die so everyone fend for themselves

The man always carries a blade in case a big mouth shows up
He's always high and now everything is normal to him
Come to the neighborhood and you'll see how you end up on your butt
The street is hot, kid, it's better not to go out