Que Te Jodan
Obús
Screw You
Imagine Fernando with a bottle of licorice
Paco with a Spanish girl
And Uncle Luis with a drum
You know that can't be, that wouldn't be Obús
Without feeling the watts behind, without the drops of sweat
Screw you
I'm not going to change
Screw you
No, I'm not going to change
Imagine me sitting with a tambourine and a music stand
Two violinists and a cello
And Maghrebi percussion
It's not a church choir
It's something more visceral
Let the singer-songwriters recite
Let me sing
Screw you
I'm not going to change
Screw you
No, I'm not going to change
If you unplug me
Nothing will be the same
You and I sitting
Nothing will be the same
Without your warmth
I'm not myself anymore
Twenty years have passed
And I feel like a kid
I'm not fat or bald
Screw the others
I still want to hear your screams
Echo through the hall
See your fists in the air
While I play a rock & roll
Screw you
I'm not going to change
Screw you
No, I'm not going to change
