I wanted to talk about my city
And about this world that's doing bad
Talk about the kid who falls asleep
I wanted to talk about that typical girl
Who hopes to get out of her life
So empty, so sad, so bland
Breathe, forget the needle
I wanted to talk about that pop star
All those kids who escape
Looking for love on Google
I wanted to talk about that guy
He snapped, you could bet on it
But the only thing that stops him
From blowing himself away
There's already no bullets left
Is to throw their hands up
With big butts and mascara
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
I wanted to talk about the
About the two or three joints
I wanted to talk about our fears
Is getting too homogeneous
I'll give you a GMO bouquet
I wanted to talk about that politician
But thinks vote for me
I wanted to talk about those hostages
Of misery and unemployment
Pour me a big glass of soda
Is to throw their hands up
With big butts and mascara
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
I wanted to talk about Syria
About those peoples we're wiping out
I wanted to talk about those walls
I wanted to talk about this rotten era
I wanted to talk about my mother
It's very simple, because
Is to throw their hands up
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
Nobody listens to the lyrics
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Is to throw their hands up
With big butts and mascara