Tumberos

I'm stuck, really committed up to my hands.
Hanging out with kids from my circle.
We make the violins our cats.
The V.I.P. pavilion ones are refugees.

Now we are locked up,
we can't get away.
The knife is already sharp,
so we're going to give it to them.

CHORUS:
Convict I am, I'm going to get out.
Convict I am, let the riot begin.
When I'm outside,
you're going to die.

[Repeat all]

[Chorus]