39 Grados
M-Clan
39 Degrees
They said on the radio
That it’s not gonna rain here
Damn August month
If I hang from the balcony
No one can see me
And that’s not okay.
I head to the fridge
To see what I can find
Of course, it was all just a
Mirage, nothing more, nothing more
And it had already expired.
Suicide isn’t the best option
Shaving just isn’t exciting
On TV, they’re showing Bolivia vs Peru
This is getting to me, what would you do?
Thirty-nine degrees isn’t
Isn’t enough heat.
They can melt my skin
But my heart is cold.
Not a soul moves in the whole city
Just a few junkies who don’t know
There’s nothing to steal, they’ll have to wait.
Not a message on the answering machine
The mailman said he’s leaving
Looks like this isn’t gonna change
I need to sit down and think.
Thirty-nine degrees isn’t
Isn’t enough heat.
They can melt my skin
But my heart is cold.
Thirty-nine degrees isn’t
Isn’t enough heat.
They can melt my skin
But my heart is cold.
