LEARN LYRICS

Not an angel with black wings

Not a prophet of vice

Not a hero on the barricades

Not squatter, not scab

Not king of the suburbs

Not flower of the cliff

Not an orchestra singer

Not the Spanish Dylan

Not the undersigned

Not a huckster

Not a street minstrel

Not a parlor red

I don't hide passion

I don't perfume it

I haven't burned my ships

I don't know how to apologize

I deny it all

That dust and this mud

I deny it all

Even the truth

The legend of the suicide

And that of the stray bullet

The one about the drunken saint

If you tell me my life

I deny it all

The Treasury shark

Asset confiscator

Has shut my shop

Has stolen April from me

If it's to hurt me

I know what's good for me

I've cheated everyone

Starting with me

I'm not an open book

I'm not who you imagine

I cry at the corniest

Romance movies

They threw me out of the bars

That I used as an office

And a Latin Venus

Gave me last rites

I deny it all

That dust and this mud

I deny it all

Even the truth

The legend of the suicide

And that of the stray bullet

The one about the golden saint

If you tell me my life

I deny it all

I deny it all

That dust and this mud

I deny it all

Even the truth

The legend of the suicide

And that of the stray bullet

The one about the golden saint

If you tell me my life

I deny it all