Vino y Cemento

I’ve got some bad news for all the folks who play pretend
Who fake living a life based on another one instead
I’ve got my eyes closed in a fan with bare feet on the ground
Relying on themselves, the drunkard sang out loud

Half a gentleman, half a rebel
The rhythm’s in my blood, it’s a hell of a level
And dances flamenco, smells like wine and cement
Half a gentleman, half a rebel
The rhythm’s in my blood, it’s a hell of a level
And dances flamenco, smells like wine and cement

I jump, I don’t look down
There they renew themselves with more of the same old sound
And they go crazy trying to catch the thread of what’s been lived
I’ve got my eyes closed in a fan with bare feet on the ground
Relying on themselves, the drunkard sang out loud

Half a gentleman, half a rebel
The rhythm’s in my blood, it’s a hell of a level
And dances flamenco, smells like wine and cement
Half a gentleman, half a rebel
The rhythm’s in my blood, it’s a hell of a level
And dances flamenco, smells like wine and cement

I’ve got to tell you it’s hard to understand
That out of all the mornings, I keep the sweet ones in hand
That if I have to choose again, I’d give up part of me for you

Half a gentleman, half a rebel
The rhythm’s in my blood, it’s a hell of a level
And dances flamenco, smells like wine and cement
Half a gentleman, half a rebel
The rhythm’s in my blood, it’s a hell of a level
And dances flamenco, smells like wine and cement