Tras la barra

Gorka-limotxo works, waiter
Behind a bar locked all the time
He puts up with the boss and puts up with the ladies
Hey, kid, a custard apple liqueur
It's five o'clock, here comes the nightmare
Cortado coffee, buns and chamomile tea
Between the heat and an old coffee maker
Gorka-limotxo works, but he dreams
This damn job
I'm gonna tell everyone to fuck off
Behind the bar
A life goes by
Behind the bar
A life
But dreams are interrupted
By those people who demand everything loudly
He cleans the bar and grits his teeth
On the other side, people have fun
You shouldn't argue with that lady
Education is always something fundamental
After five years, he came to the conclusion
The customer is not always right
This damn job
I'm gonna tell everyone to fuck off
Behind the bar
A life goes by
Behind the bar
A life
He spends at night what he earns during the day
His future looks like a lottery ticket
He'll have a few drinks, his workday is over
Trapped by a bottle inside and outside the bar