Connie

Connie

Connie cortó el teléfonoConnie cut the phone
Agarró a los niños y las llavesGot the kids and the keys
Los metió en la parte de atrás del auto y gritóPut 'em in the back of the car and she screams
Los miró a los ojos, dijoShe looked 'em in the eyes, said
Nunca volveremos a casaWe're never coming home
Los miró a los ojos, dijoLooked 'em in the eyes, said
Nunca volveremos a casaWe're never coming home

Mikey era un punk, un idiota y un niñoMikey was a punk and a prick and a kid
Y un santo y un Dios y odio lo que hizoAnd a saint and a God and I hate what he did
Dio un patadón al tabureteHe kicked off the stool
Y nunca volverá a casaAnd he's never coming home
Dio un patadón al tabureteKicked off the stool
Y nunca volverá a casaAnd he's never coming home

Ella conduce para salvar su vidaShe's driving to save her life
Y se le poncha una llantaAnd she gets a flat
Mientras él clava el cuchillo sagradoAs he's driving the sacred knife
En su espalda sagradaIn her sacred back

Sabía que se había acabadoI knew it was over
Desde el principioRight from the beginning
(Lo miró a los ojos)(She looked him in the eye)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)(You looked me in the eye)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home

Ojalá fuera octubreWish it was October
Ojalá mi cabeza estuviera dando vueltasWish my head was spinning
(Lo miró a los ojos)(She looked him in the eye)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)(You looked me in the eye)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home

Connie tenía un pastel con los niños en la playaConnie had a cake with the kids at the beach
Está recogiendo basura en la arena de la calleShe's picking up trash on the sand in the street
Mamá, no te preocupes, porque nunca volveremos a casaMama, don't you worry, 'cause we're never going home
Mamá, no te preocupes, porque nunca volveremos a casaMama, don't you worry, 'cause we're never going home

Mikey era un punk, un Dios y un santoMikey was a punk and a God and a saint
Y un sacerdote y una canciónAnd a priest and a song
Deberías ver al niño tocarYou should see the kid play
Lo amé como a un hermanoI loved him like a brother
Y nunca volverá a casaAnd he's never coming home
Lo amé como a un hermanoI loved him like a brother
Y nunca volverá a casaAnd he's never coming home

Ella está manejando el cuchillo sagradoShe's driving the sacred knife
Desde su espalda sagradaFrom her sacred back
Y está sacando su vida sagradaAnd she's prying her sacred life
De sus manos sagradasFrom his sacred hands

Sabía que se había acabadoI knew it was over
Desde el principioRight from the beginning
(Lo miró a los ojos)(She looked him in the eye)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)(You looked me in the eye)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home

Ojalá fuera octubreI wish it was October
Ojalá mi cabeza estuviera dando vueltasWish my head was spinning
(Lo miró a los ojos)(She looked him in the eye)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)(You looked me in the eye)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casaSaid we're never coming home

Sabía que se había acabadoI knew it was over
Desde el principioRight from the beginning