Pato Trabaja En Una Carnicería

It all started with the joke that said
Yours is mine and mine is mine
We didn't understand that would be
What would hurt us someday
Those were the days, the golden days
And the Sun watched without asking

Then we grew up and left the neighborhood
Duck works in a butcher shop
Those times of rose gardens
Girlfriends from Flores, first cigarettes
Never school, always life
And the mornings of that Sun

We have grown up and seen the world in the newspapers
Communism turned out to be complicated
Yours is mine and mine is mine
It has led us to indifference
You have excuses, others have
To support you, that's what they're for

You're the most corrupted bourgeois that exists
And you deceive yourself thinking you're a hippie
You exploit everyone and give nothing
And that's being the worst capitalist
When you have, you play dumb
You live off others, you disgust me

You laugh at the world and people
But you want the world to feed you
Others provide you with what you need
And you still think it's normal
How useless you are, how maintained
Look at yourself a bit, get off your high horse

You're always an artist and act like a genius
You cultivate your absent and carefree air
Because you really like to act strange
And your fame has you very worried
You let yourself be taken over, how you deceive
You're fake and useless

Duck works in a butcher shop
Duck works in a butcher shop
Duck works in a butcher shop