A tumba abierta
La Unión
An Open Grave
You, who’ve seen some pass on by
I know you’ve gone and come back again
It shows on you
You, left some friends behind
Way behind.
You, you know all about sex and drugs
Only you, walking down the boulevard
Towards dawn
You, looking for someone in a bar
At that hour, who really matters little.
Mom taught me not to trust strangers
But I liked those people
Dad tried, I know he tried
But he was always absent
Rolling through the night, I’m going wide open.
You, who will stop in hell
I know that sometimes when you drink too much
You get loud
You, in the nuclear age
Think your voice doesn’t matter to anyone.
Mom taught me not to trust strangers
But I liked those people
Dad tried, I know he tried
But he was always absent
Rolling through the night, I’m going wide open.
