La Carencia

In the morning I wake up
I don't feel like going to work
I hop on the bus, just watching
As all the people start to pass by

Down the avenue it’s rolling
The working soul of my town
People who are always hustling
And their break is spent dreaming

After eight hours of grinding away
Despair is felt at home
'Cause with the daily grind
It’s never enough to get ahead

And so decades have gone by
In this globalized world
The poor have no place to stand

And the shortage, up high!
And the wages, down low!
With what I earn at this job
It’s not enough to eat

And the shortage, up high!
And the wages down low!
And I tell my Teresa
I’m not gonna settle

And the shortage, up high!
And the wages, down low!
With what I earn at this job
It’s not enough to eat

And the shortage, up high!
And the wages, down low!
And I tell my Teresa
Come on, let’s dance because

Here comes the drug test
Here comes the paycheck
Here comes Santa Sabina
Here comes the damn thing
Here come the underdogs
Here comes the club
Here comes
Who’s coming?

Here comes the thrill that keeps you going
And in bed it keeps you entertained
And in your mouth you hold it tight
Better bring your partner
And whisper in their ear
So they can shake their hips
And feel the heat
And after the rubbing
They won’t want anything
And they’ll say: No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no!

Down you go!
Up you go!
Jump!