Juan RepresióN

Juan Repression dresses
A sad blue sack
He lives as if asking for forgiveness
And hides in the light of the Sun

Juan Repression knows
There is no one who loves him
The bullets that people have
They killed him standing up

This is the story of a man
Who knew very few letters
And he dreamed of justice
Of the comic book heroes

And he disguised himself as a good guy
With a villain costume
And the heroes of history
They are the everyday heroes

Poor John
Hate does you very bad
And you wait for your death
Just one morning
In the hands of the same society

Juan Repression dreams
Being able to be invisible
Can't handle the truth
And terror will kill him

Juan Repression screams
Juan Repression cries
The poor guy is so crazy
That today he was locked up in jail

This is the story of a man
Who wanted to be superhuman
And the reality then
It slipped out of his hands

Now play robbers
Along with Batman and Robin
In a nursing home
With clowns and worms

Poor Juan, I feel sorry for him
All the repressed
We will be your friends
When you throw your costume on the floor