Matar Al Cartero

Kill The Mailman
I've been away for a long time
lost and as if I had no soul
acting like a dog in the bars
losing the thread
screaming for a little calm

Nothing goes right, or it goes wrong
everything I do is useless
I put effort and want to do it right
but in the end, everything goes to shit

And nothing is enough and I don't know why
I'm missing something and I don't know what
I have everything in order
but deep down, nothing that matters

Baby, baby, baby, baby
it's not because of you
it's the same old thing
it's nothing new

More and more alone and more skin
two sad days, two drunk days
no letters have arrived for a long time
I think I'm going to kill the mailman

And by your side, I wasted my time
I would waste it again
for me, it's easy to hate you
but I must be getting old

And baby, baby, baby, baby
it's not because of you
what we had
I don't even remember

And more and more alone and more skin
two sad days, two drunk days
no letters have arrived for a long time
I think I'm going to kill the mailman

and I'm drinking, smoking,
I'm getting high
losing myself for a while
looking for something
forgiving myself for not flying
Because dancing and dreaming
we keep going

And baby, baby, baby, baby
it's not because of you
it's the same old thing
we keep going

And more and more alone and more skin
it's better to laugh, it's the most serious
no letters have arrived for a long time
I think I'm going to end up...
more and more alone and more skin
two sad days, two drunk days
no letters have arrived for a long time
I think I'm going to kill the mailman