Caliente

Since I was a kid, I was devouring
some embers with my bread
All the girls I was checking out
I wanted to burn them

I was tripping on the fumes coming out of my pores
I admired my dad
I wanted to walk through hell with shiny horns
and my tail behind

What do I do? I’m hopeless
I tell you, man, I live among the screams of the German Fuhrer

I’m a little demon
An admin at the federal agency
I’m in charge of the madness
And keeping an eye on Satan

I spend all day scheming
That when I’m about to act
I’m twenty-two million years old
And I can’t take it anymore

I sit all day in this office managing
From the earthly world
Come rapists, dictators, murderers, terrorists
Buddies of my dad

What do I do?
I scream once more and forget
What do I do?
I look for my Taliban friend's heroin

I’m a little demon
An admin at the federal agency
I’m in charge of the madness
And keeping an eye on Satan

The elections are over
Look how I stole
A million votes were mine
And three for Lucifer

I can’t believe it’s finally my turn for punishment
They won’t mess with me anymore
I’ve got the demons trained to deal with you
Eggs on the skillet!

What do I do?
I rise to the surface and take control
And I expose all the fanaticism with Jesus of Nazareth

And hell in the end!
It's mine!