that he is tired of being told what he must do
that any scum is luckier than him
that is tired of seeing uncomfortable or impassive
that the next line always moves faster
that his boss has more whims than a diva
that he travels to Soho and he has the eviction on him
that he wouldn't quit but would give him
a pair of punches plus VAT
that the man has photos of his Lamborghini
drinking Martini with the girl in bikini
and that irritates him but isn't any more excited
even by the "Dolce Vita" of Fellini
would it be that I don't think the same
but that voice doesn't feel bad
and so I start to think
I don't know what is it that makes me stay
I don't know what is it that keeps me stuck here
why I always end listening to Miguel scream
that the woman cheated him in the honeymoon
that doesn't mind being cruel or what they think about him
and even if she runs for someone to help her
he'll skin her and make himself a vixen coat
that he is not an identikit of Brad Pitt (no)
that he never saw Limp Bizkit nor Aerosmith (no)
that he is like a hobbit (yes), or Roger Rabbit (yes)
that everything gives him deficit and nothing surplus
that not a lightning lights his anodyne life
that he knew cocks that turned out to be hens
that he will cut the bad streak with an axe
and that he doesn't bend his head before any bitch
would it be that I don't think the same
but that voice doesn't feel bad
and so I start to think
I don't know what is it that makes me stay
I don't know what is it that keeps me stuck here
why I always end listening to Miguel scream
I don't understand what happens
I work like a donkey and can't afford to buy a house
and nothing surprises me
and I am so calm like a bomb
life gave it to me point-blank
I was always the last dried peach in the jar 1
and I don't give a hand any more
this world is not sound
and I don't bear it not one more minute
that he feels like a coma in an ICU
like the accused more searched by the FBI
like the more stubborn debtor of the IMF
like the grossest product of the GNP
that he turned immobile with that of Chernobyl
that he could see the Pope in the popemobile
that never saw light at the end of the tunnel
and didn't find peace even looking for it in google
that he doesn't want to live anymore
that he is in the range of the parting hour
that he is in the mud and like in the tango
nor the final shot he will achieve2
I don't know what is it that makes me stay
I don't know what is it that keeps me stuck here
why I always end listening to Miguel scream
listening to Miguel scream
1. idiom: to be the least important2. Desencuentro, lyrics by Catulo Castillo, music by Aníbal Troilo, last verse, http://www.todotango.com/musica/tema/320/Desencuentro/