The Blow

Macaco

You never told me that our lives 
were like a dream 
their money becoming scarring supernovas 
they need the blow they need no brains 
bring down the courtin like an ax 
bloody teeth are fowling 
like roothing apples from the trees 
I never knew the leaf 
was quickly turning over 
they need the blow they need no brains 
bring down the courtain like an ax 
Bones, bones, under water 
Bones, bones, under water 
Echalos pa fuera 
Manipulación sigues el camino perpetuo del ladrón 
pero ninguno de tus pasos tiene valor para nosotros 
Roba que roba que roba 
puñaladas traperas de guante blanco 
que tu ley te tapa y tu jamás sales condenado.