El Hijo Del Granadero

The father of the student
isn't the driver up front;
the son of the grenadier
if he's a student, he's headed for trouble.
I'll poke you and take an eye
and then you say I don't care
'cause I wear a steel helmet
of a grenadier, of a grenadier.

My dad was a grenadier,
selling grenades like you wouldn't believe;
if your dad's a firefighter
he doesn't sell bombs, just puts out fires.
If you look at my mom
she's decked out like a grenade;
if you look at yours
she's just a mess, not bombed out.

It's not the same to be asleep
as it is to be sleeping, to be sleeping;
it's not the same to be lost
as it is to be losing, to be losing;
it's not the same to be drunk
as it is to be drinking, to be drinking;
it's not the same to be eaten
as it is to be eating, to be eating.

My dad was a grenadier,
and he was tight with the student;
he'd give them grenades,
betting on the Atlante.
Now he gives them cactus fruit
for a little bit and then some more;
today he says he lives sad,
but he'd rather stay ignorant.

Because I'm the son of a grenadier
I go to school and it's humiliating;
because I'm a student, there's trouble,
but at home, I'm the one stirring things up.
They break my face twice a day
without wearing gloves;
at school, the kids
and back at home... my commander.