Chico de La Oculta

His old man was a drunk
Who couldn't quit the booze
His mother was real nice
But she never cared for him
And he's lying there
He's turned over in a ditch
Sniffing the little things
That life didn't give him
When he was just a little kid
Few cared for him
He would scrounge for food
And some cushion
To lay his head
And pad his heart
Through the streets of Hidden City
He walks today
And I dedicate this rock and roll to him
And I dedicate this rock and roll to him