90 Retro

I've done some bad things
My looks are like bullets
I swallow your soul
When you exhale

You were sinking in the well
While you thought you were winning
Get off the couches and the beds
Four old geezers are robbing us

I don’t want a prince
Get these nasty frogs away from here
You’ll tell me what you’ll do
I can’t stand you anymore
I’ve come to tell the truth

There’s hunger from here to Baghdad
While the world dies from laziness
This isn’t some childish nonsense
Are you looking for an easy rhyme?

Well, I’ll say you lack dignity
You lack empathy and charity
Clarity, I have no affinity with this world
I change my rhyme faster than I can smile

I’m not submissive
No one here is an artist
If you just want to be on magazine covers in Buena Vista
The bomb that’s cooking in the oven

It’ll be ready soon
To succeed in this world
Be strong, I’m not the queen of the dance floor yet
Drag that weight
All made from the same dough

You’ve won and I say enough
I’m fed up
I think it’s true
You’re all a bunch of snobs

I’ll tell you even
By letter if necessary
I’ll blow out the candles on your cake
That toy is bragging

To look under the skirt
I have more stories than Mafalda
And I’ve never needed that damn stuff

That damn, damn stuff
That damn, damn stuff
That damn stuff

If you want to be heard, listen
If you want to win, fight
There’s a lot of nonsense

Minds emptier than my piggy bank
Listen to some rumba and cumbia
The water is murky
The world around you
Is better than any rupee