Callejón sin salida
Fito & Fitipaldis
Dead End Alley
The wooden car,
goes slowly forward.
I can't find the paper, I'm a wandering rag
Alley, dead end alley,
Alley, dead end alley.
Sad alley, dirty dead end alley
Let's go from here to a quiet place tonight the moon shows its belly.
Suddenly I realize, there's no one following me anymore.
I see something on the wall:
KILLER POLICE
Alley dead end alley
because many times life seems like a damn alley
Alley dead end alley
sad alley dirty dead end alley
Let's go from here to a quiet place tonight the moon shows its belly
Alley alley alley
Alley alley alley
Alley alley alley...
