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Tengo un sucio fierro que no puede esperar
tengo una locura que no puedo parar
pátina y perfume en la bocha tendré,
pa cuando aparezca en Crónica TV.
Mira el pajarito que te via disparar,
traigan una pizza que ahora quiero morfar,
la noche será larga uste acomodese,
seré rico y famoso y Riverito mi chofer.

Bajo un cielo
argentino
estoy reloco
es mi destino...

Vengo deformado por la reina del bar,
con un semidiablo que me llevo al hangar,
no pensaba cruzarme con Billy the Kid,
vengo cráneo corto y sonrisa sin fin.
Dame, dame, dame lo que vengo a buscar
no te alteres vieja que nos puede hacer mal
Chato se babea y te apunta a la sien,
dame, dame, dame o te tiro del tren.

Bajo un cielo...

Vengo deformado por la reina del bar,
con un semidiablo que me llevo al hangar,
no pensaba cruzarme con Billy the Kid
vengo cráneo corto y sonrisa sin fin.
Nunca nadie sabe cuando va a terminar,
nadie sabe nunca como va a terminar,
nunca nadie sabe cuando ya está el arroz,
nadie sabe nunca si es la mano de Dios.

Aparecido en el vendaval
No sé cuando yo desaparecí
creo que desde que, desde que nací
aparecido en el vendaval...PUNK:
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we gave you.
You fell and cried as our people were starving,
Now you know that we blame you.
You tried to walk on the trail we were carving,
Now you know that we framed you.

G.F.:
I'm the guy in the sky
Flying high Flashing eyes
No surprise I told lies
I'm the punk in the gutter
I'm the new president
But I grew and I bent
Don't you know? don't it show?
I'm the punk with the stutter.
My my my my my mmmm my my my.

GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation.

PUNK:
We tried to speak between lines of oration
You could only repeat what we told you.
Your axe belongs to a dying nation,
They don't know that we own you.
You're watching movies trying to find the feelers,
You only see what we show you.
We're the slaves of the phony leaders
Breathe the air we have blown you.

G.F.:
I'm the guy etc.

I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach,
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown.
And on the dance floor broken glass,
The bloody faces slowly pass,
The broken seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know.

PUNK:
You declared etc.