Aduana de Palabras
Babasónicos
Words Customs
Greetings from the other side of the big glass
There's someone who doesn't look like me
And yet in the big city
Under the glow of bug zapper lights
We're the same, we're black panthers on the prowl
Ready to devour
A handful of paper with words
All those words I can't or don't want to write
They drive me crazy
All those words that don't know shame
Speak for me
Look at me from afar and you'll see how your God collapses inside me
Under this paper mache sky
Amidst the smoke of incense and patchouli
You're one step away from letting it all slide
And I'm about to say what I'm not
A handful of paper with words
All those words I can't or don't want to write
They drive me crazy
All those words that don't know shame
Speak for me
Having let go of the reins of my leather carriage
My anguish gasps, my senses go wild
My jaws, resolved, demand your breath
A handful of paper with words
All those words I can't or don't want to write
They drive me crazy
All those words that don't know shame
Speak for me
All those words I can't or don't want to write
They drive me crazy
All those words that don't know shame (All those words)
Speak for me
