Hipócritas

I crossed paths with a kid, yesterday afternoon
His dad left him, and so did his mom
A hard look of resentment, his home is the street
His feet are bare, on the pavement
His feet are bare, on the pavement
And there he goes, alone in life with his loneliness
His parents abandoned him, and so did society

And this is how we are, washing our hands
And this is how we are, washing our hands

He usually sits on the corner, smoking crack
In front of the indifferent gaze of the hypocrites
In front of the indifferent gaze of the hypocrites
He’s always with a little dog that he found
Abandoned just like him, alone on the street
Abandoned just like him, alone on the street
And there go the three: the kid, the dog, and his pain
In front of the indifferent gaze of the hypocrites
In front of the indifferent gaze of the hypocrites

And this is life, full of hypocrisy
And this is life, full of hypocrisy
And hypocritical people, hypocritical folks
The world is full of hypocrites, it’s true
The world is full of hypocrites, it’s true
Full of hypocrites
Full of hypocrites, hypocrites, hypocrites
Full of hypocrites
Full of hypocrites