Zapando Con La Gente
(cancion improvisada que incluye fabricante de mentiras, botas locas -censurada- y a la gente)
El era un fabricante de mentiras,
El tenía las historias de cartón.
Su vida era una fábula de lata,
Sus ojos eran luces de neón.
Y nunca tengas fe,
Que sus mentiras pueden traer dolor.
Ella era un típica inocente,
Zapatos, negros, medias de algodón,
Que sólo era feliz en el colegio,
Que nunca tuvo en su piel amor.
Inútil es decir
Que lo que le dijeron lo creyó...
(Improvisación con coro del público)
Yo formé; parte de un ejército loco,
Tenía veinte años y el pelo muy corto,
Pero mi amigo, hubo una confusión,
Porque para ellos el loco era yo.
Jamming with the People
(improvised song that includes a liar, crazy boots -censored- and the people)
He was a master of deception,
He had cardboard stories to tell.
His life was a tin can fable,
His eyes were neon lights, oh well.
And never have faith,
'Cause his lies can bring you pain.
She was a typical innocent,
Black shoes, cotton stockings, plain,
Who was only happy in school,
Never felt love on her skin, what a shame.
It's useless to say
That what they told her, she believed...
(Improvisation with the crowd's chorus)
I was part of a crazy army,
I was twenty and had short hair,
But my friend, there was a mix-up,
'Cause to them, the crazy one was me.