Dickhead
That story cross the threshold.
The scenes go back to my mind.
He inspired respect.
In that town.
He's a priest and she's his wife.
Me, a poor girl who lives in their house.
I clean their home and warm his bed up.
"Dickhead!
Leave me alone.
Don't get my skin dirty.
"Dickhead!
Let me go
I won't talk to anyone.
I feel hate when he touches me
Only I'm sixteen...
He's stealing my life.
He sits down near me,
While his wife is watching TV.
When her glance is far away,
He plays with his hand under my skirt.
It's my truth.
It's my chance.
The end of a nightmare.
Take a car now.
Park it near his home.
Two shoots and fire in their house.
Cabezón
Esa historia cruza el umbral.
Las escenas vuelven a mi mente.
Él inspiraba respeto.
En ese pueblo.
Él es un cura y ella es su esposa.
Yo, una pobre chica que vive en su casa.
Limpio su hogar y caliento su cama.
"Cabezón!
Déjame en paz.
No ensucies mi piel.
"Cabezón!
Déjame ir.
No hablaré con nadie.
Siento odio cuando me toca
Solo tengo dieciséis...
Está robando mi vida.
Se sienta cerca de mí,
mientras su esposa mira la TV.
Cuando su mirada está lejos,
juega con su mano bajo mi falda.
Es mi verdad.
Es mi oportunidad.
El fin de una pesadilla.
Toma un auto ahora.
Estaciónalo cerca de su casa.
Dos disparos y fuego en su hogar.