Tango Feroz

Don't get it twisted
I got nothing to give
I'm going in with no chips or change
Through this big carnival

I lost my rush and my calm
I got no job or law
I'm just a ghost
Pissing in the king's soup

Rotten weekend
I can't find anything to do
City of saints and crooks
Who can quench my thirst?

City of whores and defeats
I don't want to see you again
If no one touches my soul
I’m sure I’ll die today

What are you doing, three times what are you doing!
The walls of Buenos Aires have no south or after
Malena sings in the mud like on the Moon
And in the concrete, the dead grow that the subway
Spits out in Constitution
Get lost, little turd, get lost
Taxis are hauling loads, the cops are looking for their lunch
The blind dance in chaos
The bones
The prayers
The brains
The dense
The dead

Don't get it twisted
I got nothing to give
I'm going in with no chips or change
Through this big carnival

If they don't sew my mouth shut
They won't make me shut up
If they don't sew my mouth shut
They won't make me shut up

If they don't sew my mouth shut
They won't make me shut up
If they don't sew my mouth shut
They won't make me shut up
They won't make me shut up