Zapando Con La Gente

(improvised song that includes a liar, crazy boots -censored- and the people)

He was a master of deception,
He had cardboard stories to tell.
His life was a tin can fable,
His eyes were neon lights, oh well.
And never have faith,
'Cause his lies can bring you pain.
She was a typical innocent,
Black shoes, cotton stockings, plain,
Who was only happy in school,
Never felt love on her skin, what a shame.
It's useless to say
That what they told her, she believed...
(Improvisation with the crowd's chorus)
I was part of a crazy army,
I was twenty and had short hair,
But my friend, there was a mix-up,
'Cause to them, the crazy one was me.