Carne pa' la picadora
La Polla Records
Meat for the grinder
It's been a long time since it ended,
The foolish dream of a happy life,
We will never have a savior,
Who gives us another chance.
Give me the best I have to forget,
All my troubles and some other mess,
Only high can calm this pain,
That overwhelms my earthly body.
Survivor life and getting something decent,
Survivor life.
The wheel keeps turning and youth is over.
Now I start with methadone,
And when I can, of everything there is,
You are very free if you want to trust.
Only a friend can betray you.
The guilty one of my ruin is society,
That when I'm at my best, the supply ends.
Meat for the grinder, and what does it matter.
The guilty one of my ruin is society,
That when I'm at my best, the supply ends.
