Funeral
Jóvenes pordioseros.
Vos te pensaste que estaba muerto
Que nunca más me iba a levantar
¿Cuánto darías por verme en tus rodillas?
Vos con tus uñas no me vas a lastimar
Mandabas flores a mi funeral
No me afectaron todos tus hechizos
Ni los conjuros que me ibas a mandar
Ya estuve loco tantas veces
¿Te gustaría que deje el Rock and Roll?
Ya me contaron todo lo que dijiste
Mordes tu lengua y capaz te envenenas
Yo no me olvido cuando me dio la espalda
Y al otro día me vino a saludar
Funeral
Young beggars.
You thought I was dead
That I would never get up again
How much would you give to see me on your knees?
You won't hurt me with your nails
You sent flowers to my funeral
All your spells didn't affect me
Nor the curses you were going to send
I've been crazy so many times
Would you like me to quit Rock and Roll?
I've been told everything you said
You bite your tongue and maybe you poison yourself
I don't forget when you turned your back on me
And the next day you came to say hello