La Corbata Colombiana

My pajamas are made of pine
My shoes are made of cement
I smile and swallow water
At the bottom of this lake.

They ripped off my watch
They shoved it in my mouth
They gave me a lot
Of torment.

And that eventually shows
This is the dark room
You go in and you don't come out.

The colt doesn't ride
And the maiden is not kind.
This wire of shock
In unmentionable places
Sorry if it's not a bother
Could I leave now?

Hey buddy, I don't like anything
Hey buddy, the Colombian tie
Hey buddy, I don't like anything
The Colombian tie
No sir.

Water through a funnel
And the drop on the head
The bathtub is already full
And the towel is not dry.

If they wanted to scare me
If they wanted to frighten me
With killing me or insulting me
I had enough already.