Gente Rota

I was nineteen, living wild all day
With no cash, running from the cops
Don’t look at my face
A bag full of lies
Your dreams turned into your problems
And your expectations
Hey

A cross of salt
A rough week
A good song
Another hit to the face, dad
Night's almost here
Hey!
More, more, more, ask for more, always more
And push, of course, push

Dreaming in buildings
Getting louder every time
Hating everyone
Swearing death out there
Out there, hey!
Out there
There it goes!

Squid, I can see your face
If you’re already dead and trying to paddle through
Always messed up but little by little
I learned to pay in installments for everything I break
There it goes

Another curse, a rough week
Not even God can save us, brought a damaged soul
Hey, Pablito, we’ll make it by night
More, more, more, ask for more, always more
And push, of course, push

Dreaming in buildings
Getting louder every time
Hating everyone
Swearing death out there
Out there, hey!
Out there

Dreaming in buildings
Getting louder every time
Hating everyone
Swearing death out there
Out there, hey!
Out there

It’s over
Doesn’t know his name

Dreaming in buildings
Getting louder every time
Hating everyone
Swearing death out there
Out there, hey!
Out there

Getting louder every time
Getting louder every time