Demónios

With demons on my back
My dad used to say: Kid, go to school
In the morning I’d head out
With my stomach emptier than my bag
Day by day things just get worse at home
'Cause I try but no one else helps out
My best friend has to be out there
To see if life gets any better

With demons on my back
My dad used to say: Kid, go to school
In the morning I’d head out
With my stomach emptier than my bag
Day by day things just get worse at home
'Cause I try but no one else helps out
My best friend has to be out there
To see if life gets any better

My head was spinning
Like a carousel
I was skinny walking into school
Like a runway model
Before the fame, already with girls
I was in a brothel
I spread the word
Like the angel Gabriel
I had nothing
The little brand-name clothes I had were hand-me-downs
That’s why brands don’t mean shit to me
I’d rather stay focused on the road

Anyone who knows Milly
Will remember the ripped jeans
Anyone who knows Milly
Witnesses that I had nothing

Those who know understand
I’d never stab someone in the back
The ones I got stabbed by
Will never be avenged
What would my life be like

If my dad hadn’t shown up
What face would I have
If his son got lost
'Cause I’d only be normal
If the cold didn’t warm me up
We’d be stuck in the mud

If God forgot about us
Our fight goes on
So I keep fighting
I keep moving on
I keep traveling
I keep adapting

With demons on my back
My dad used to say: Kid, go to school
In the morning I’d head out
With my stomach emptier than my bag

Day by day things just get worse at home
'Cause I try but no one else helps out
My best friend has to be out there
To see if life gets any better