Cruzar Los Brazos

That someone thinks you’re wrong
that you might seem like a weirdo
that’s not bad, that’s not bad.
If it bugs you that a bombing expert
tries to explain it and you don’t get
what the game’s about.
Raise your finger, raise your finger

That you don’t know how far that star is
that galaxies don’t excite you, don’t interest you
it’s not your war, it’s not your war
but you think those months are stolen,
the ones that make you serve like a soldier
are so long, are so long.

If you’re willing to give a big middle finger
to whoever tells you to conquer that beach,
build a bridge, corner some neighbor
in case the enemy attacks.

If the danger is being called an unpatriotic
by those who always do things for kicks
what a glory, what a glory.
Here I am captive, alone and unarmed
there’s no better defense than crossing my arms
just walk on by, cross my arms.

Maybe tomorrow there won’t be anything that spits fire
and whoever invents the slingshot we’ll hang
we’ll rest our misery in a thick broth
maybe that day we’ll all be fools or blind.
Here I am captive, alone and unarmed
there’s no better defense than crossing my arms
just walk on by, cross my arms.