Toro

Come on girl come with me
Let's have fun today
I'll paint a mustache on you
I need a good spanking

Crazy maraca, burning piano
We were never delinquents
Black glasses in the night
Come on boy get in the car

With friends and strangers
We meet in the bathrooms
You always liked them long
Bitter, low, bitter, low

Not brave, not unconscious
It's the mark on our foreheads
Lovers on the precipice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice
Don't come to me saying it's a vice

We climb up to the sky
We fall to the bottom
We always bet everything
Dancing, dancing among the dead
To the sound of the bells

Slaughterhouses of corrugated iron surround the city
We didn't fall into the trap
We've seen the kitchen
And your foxes
We don't like how they smell

I'm going to make you dance
All night
We're going to Berlin
I don't want reproaches
Road and speed
All night

I'm going to make you dance
All night
We're going to Berlin
I don't want reproaches
Road and speed
All night
All night
All night

I'm going to make you dance
All night
We're going to Berlin
I don't want reproaches
Road and speed
All night

I'm going to make you dance
All night
We're going to Berlin
I don't want reproaches
Road and speed
All night
All night
All night