Un Papel Morao

Here again, with nothing to do
I just finished the last beer
I have no joints left, no speed left
I have nothing left, I'm going to die.
I return home alone and annoyed
Suddenly on the floor
a purple paper, a purple paper
­­A THOUSAND PESOS!!
a quarter of speed, a stash to drink
two stashes of hash, how high I'm going to get.
I return home alone and annoyed
Suddenly on the floor
a purple paper, a purple paper
­­­A THOUSAND PESOS!!