Los Mocosos
Los Piojos
The Brats
In the land of noise
And prostitution
And filthy streets
With hungry markets
That pierce the station
Like long snakes
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
On stone trains
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
On stone trains
In the land of wine
And drug addiction
And denied children
Cops beg
The worst offender
And kiss his hand
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
In plastic bags
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
In bags of tears
Nana no, don’t let me forget
This song
Nana no, don’t let me forget it
Nana no, don’t let me forget
This song
Nana no, don’t let me forget it
Little Big Ben
Counts reddish stones
Like drops of blood
I wonder why
Those people can’t see
Behind the windows
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
To find their mothers
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
To find their moms
Did you think you’d be in their place?
Did you think you’d be in their place?
Did you think you’d be in their place?
You’re gonna be in their place
In the land of noise
And prostitution
And filthy streets
With hungry markets
That pierce the station
Like long snakes
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
On stone trains
The brats climb up and
Head towards the Sun
On stone trains
Nana no, don’t let me forget
This song
Nana no, don’t let me forget it
Nana no, don’t let me forget
This song
Nana no, don’t let me forget it
