El Federal

He was a federal
Badge in hand, fighting evil
Just a mark in the past
His own son had abandoned
He was a street kid
Doing odd jobs to support his mother
And in the flower of his innocence, he had a romance with delinquency

He was a federal
On duty at the police station
He heard the alarm
And immediately responded with his gun
That abandoned son
Swam in seas of drugs and sin
By profession, a criminal

And he was armed to the teeth
And it happened, happened, happened what had to happen
Father and son faced each other in a police procedure
They looked at each other face to face
There was fire in their eyes
A burst in the night
A young criminal falls dead to the ground
But look, look, look what irony
A thief son of a police father
These are the things that hurt and life has
The wheel of destiny keeps turning