Antisocial
Toda la vida trabajando sin parar
para pagarte un fosa en el corral
''Robocop'' que pasas por el metro
no se acercan no te quieren rozar
¡Fantasma !¿Les quieres disparar?
Sin tu chaleco antibalas no andas
quisieras darle ojos a la justicia
a esa ciega viciosa imposible de violar.
Antisocial
pierdes tu calma ganas vicios
piensas en tus años de servicios
Antisocial
esbirro de la ley y la justicia
tiempo perdido siglos y siglos de malicia.
Pasas el tiempo pisando a los demá
los molestas escupiendo al hablas
desesperado con algo de esperanza
ves que tu parte te la quieren quitar
planificas a tu aire la ciudad
la cabronada es tu forma de actuar
no estas solo levanta ya la vista
las entiras de ayer hoy son verdad... cuentista.
Antisocial
pierdes tu calma ganas vicios
piensas en tus años de servicios
Antisocial
esbirro de la banca y la justicia
tiempo perdido siglos y siglos de malicia.
Toda la vida trabajando sin parar
para pagarte un fosa en el corral
''Robocop'' que paseas por el metro
no se acercan no te quieren rozar
¡Fantasma! ¿Les quieres disparar?
Sin tu chaleco antibalas no andas
quisieras darle ojos a la justicia
a esa golfa, ciega imposible de violar.
Antisocial
pierdes tu calma ganas vicios
piensas en tus años de servicios
Antisocial
esbirro de la ley y la justicia
tiempo perdido siglos y siglos de malicia.
Antisocial
All your life working non-stop
To pay for a grave in the yard
''Robocop'' passing through the subway
They don't come close, they don't want to touch you
Ghost! Do you want to shoot them?
Without your bulletproof vest, you don't walk
You wish to give eyes to justice
To that blind, vicious impossible to violate.
Antisocial
You lose your calm, gain vices
You think about your years of service
Antisocial
Minion of the law and justice
Wasted time, centuries and centuries of malice.
You spend your time stepping on others
Bothering them, spitting when you talk
Desperate with some hope
You see they want to take away your share
You plan the city your way
The bastardry is your way of acting
You are not alone, lift your eyes
The lies of yesterday are true today... storyteller.
Antisocial
You lose your calm, gain vices
You think about your years of service
Antisocial
Minion of the banking and justice
Wasted time, centuries and centuries of malice.
All your life working non-stop
To pay for a grave in the yard
''Robocop'' strolling through the subway
They don't come close, they don't want to touch you
Ghost! Do you want to shoot them?
Without your bulletproof vest, you don't walk
You wish to give eyes to justice
To that slut, blind impossible to violate.
Antisocial
You lose your calm, gain vices
You think about your years of service
Antisocial
Minion of the law and justice
Wasted time, centuries and centuries of malice.