Malajo

What the hell am I doing here, everything is so weird
something is not right, something is wrong with me
there's no one on the streets tonight
just dogs walking around looking for a wall to pee on
I'm lost and alone in the streets of the big city
no one listens, no one understands, no one can help me
something is not right, something is wrong with me
I think about the priest who tried to educate me
I think about the boss who tried to control me
I think about the world of prostitution
tomorrow I'll look for a formal job
tomorrow I'll die, today I have......
I'm lost and alone in the streets of the big city
no one listens, no one understands, no one can help me
someone is following me and I don't want to look
I think about the death that will come someday
tomorrow I'll look for a formal job, tomorrow......
I'm lost and alone in the streets of the big city
no one listens, no one understands, no one can help me
everything is unreal like in a dream
I even tied the rope around my neck
but the king of porn didn't have the balls
dawn is coming and I haven't done anything.....
and so what!