Fuera De La Ley
Angeles Del Infierno
Outlaw
You wear leather and jeans
And you like to party.
You live at night, the sun blinds your eyes
You smell of vice and alcohol.
You live outside the law, and for them
You will undoubtedly be a suspect, and you'll be:
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of their law
Relentlessly pursued
By men of metal.
Always after you,
They want to play you.
They won't leave you alone.
You clean your fingers with cotton,
And ink stains remain.
A new record, social danger.
And now you are:
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of their law
They point weapons at you, you can't speak.
After a few hours they tell you.
This time you can go, but you'll be:
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of the law
Out, Out of their law
