Chico de La Oculta
Su padre era un borracho
que no podía dejar el alcohol
su madre era muy buena
pero nunca lo cuidó
y está tirado
está dado vuelta en un zanjón
aspirando las pequeñas cosas
que la visa no le dio.
Cuando el era muy pequeño
a pocos le importó
procuraba sus alimentos
y algún almohadón
para acostarse
y acolchonar su corazón
por las calles de Ciudad Oculta
el camina hoy.
Y yo le dedico este rock and roll
Y yo le dedico este rock and roll
Hidden Boy
His old man was a drunk
Who couldn't quit the booze
His mother was real nice
But she never cared for him
And he's lying there
He's turned over in a ditch
Sniffing the little things
That life didn't give him
When he was just a little kid
Few cared for him
He would scrounge for food
And some cushion
To lay his head
And pad his heart
Through the streets of Hidden City
He walks today
And I dedicate this rock and roll to him
And I dedicate this rock and roll to him