El Centauro
Ratones Paranoicos
The Centaur
Pass me the guitar, I'm going to play
Every morning I stay at the bar
I'm like the centaur
Lying in the mud
In the harsh night of the snowy cold
All the madness can hit you
With my teeth I break the glass
I don't feel like telling you who I am
You're awful!
I'm a hungry town, I can't pay
Your legs buckle, I'm going to touch them
I feel like in the bathroom
Everything sounds strange.
