Hasta La Basura Se Separa

So many damn years carrying a damn burden,
my manager tells me it's just damn work,
and there you go, playing everywhere,
all hunched over and now all short.

As the years go by when you hit thirty,
you gotta get off the skateboard,
keep playing screwed
and all messed up even though I don't understand
anything, I hardly listen anymore.

All blurry-eyed, we can't see anymore
without glasses, that's why we don't rap
because our teeth fall out,
at our gigs we rock out
suddenly, but we pee ourselves
because we're incontinent.

Until the trash is separated,
the trash is separated.
Until the trash is separated,
the trash is separated.

CHORUS*
Paco doesn't sing anymore,
the taco chokes him,
Miky can't handle it anymore,
the drink overwhelms him,
Randy can't get it up,
the audience scares him.
Tito with his genius almost
no one can stand him.

So many damn trips the body
can't take it anymore, the whiskey
and cigarettes messed up
our throats,
don't break more guitars, they're not cheap anymore,
we don't headbang anymore
because we're losing our hair.

Live, the dives were the damn deal,
either you were made of rubber or we hit the dough,
now we're lazier, the horse is tired,
who's gonna want to catch us
with this damn gut.

CHORUS*(repeat)

Come meet the superstars,
in our dressing room full of old ladies,
sometimes with a cane or in a wheelchair,
all with dentures already bald and toothless.

CHORUS*

Before you went to the doc for a prescription,
now you go to the doctor to be reset,
some commitments tired and unwilling,
like my hair? those aren't highlights, they're my gray hairs.
Smoking so much weed affects the brain,
from so much red meat gastritis and gout,
we used to rock hard, it was our moment,
now we play slow and I'm also gassy.

CHORUS*(repeat)