O Malandro 2

The hustler's in the gutter
In the streets of this land
And those who pass just laugh
At the misfortune of the damned

The hustler's in a coma
With a bruise on his nose
And tearing up his band
With a deep scar that shows

His face has more flies
Than the dive bar of old Mané
The hustler's just a joke
Standing tall with stinky feet

The poor guy was found
More shot up than Jesus
And from that strange belly
This man's oozing goo

His rotting chest
Looks like a mushy stew
His blood forms little lakes
And his pieces are on the ground

The corpse of the homeless
It's clear that he’s dead
Yet somehow he still moves
As Galileo would have said