LYRICS GAME

They're only routines, crossed lives

In this world in ruins, full of gestures, of glances

Neighbor women, neighbor men, the Sunday pint

And Josefina blowing her pension at bingo

The cop's son is a lost cause

Fifty kilos, yellowish skin

And he's engaged to the shopkeeper's daughter

And he takes her home on his bike, the gram at fifty

Hungry looks, the junkie from the eighties

The parking hustler, the idiot runner, the shop clerk

Recently fired, an ungrateful boss, she had no contract

No unions at the shoe store

The coupon seller, the crazy cat lady

Eyes like plates, reality suffocates

And the neighborhood hipster poses as an ally and hits his girlfriend

Stories fluctuate, and so, without noticing, life passes

The neighborhood and its memory

And the workshop kid is gay and hasn't said it at home

With his grease-stained hands he hides his flair

'I don't want a f*ggot,' his father yells, foaming at the mouth

'It's your mother's fault, that slob'

Then he goes whoring and brags about it at the bar amid guffaws

It's The Handmaid's Tale, all we have left is protest

Wasted lives, too many

Because social reality isn't like you see it on La Sexta

And that girl gets bullied because she's fat

And another worker has died toiling at the site

We don't want leftovers, nor tiny flashes

We want everything that's beautiful

The neighborhood, its people, the daily miseries

Sometimes you love it and other times you hate it

The bells ring

We're going to set the betting shop on fire

Don't put the costume on

We're not going to accept you

Don't come here to do tourism

Get lost with your f*cking paternalism

The neighborhood where you're born marks your future

Being cannon fodder or living without fear, without troubles

Some jumping walls, others open doors

But if you fail they'll say you don't try

That's how they deny the conflict, buddy

But your pocket and your reality are different

Even if you no longer see junkies on the corners

They're in betting shops, the new heroin

And the neighbor woman with sunglasses

Hiding her shame and her terror

The same one you heard with screams from the balcony

And you always avoided it by turning up the TV

But in the end another life goes out

And among the neighbors now you all lower your gaze

But before the media, nobody suspected

'They seemed happy,' he says, 'they always said hi'

That we're all so tolerant, open, with full goodwill

But we enroll the kid in the charter school

So that he doesn't share a seat with the immigrants

Damn education we receive

That prioritizes the individual over the collective

That prepares us to be a wretched part

Of their businesses, of their assembly line

That's the neighborhood where I was born

Precarity, yes, and youth unemployment

But we're not a circus to entertain you

Get out of here, Hermano Mayor and Callejeros

Because amid contradictions and ruin

We also have class pride and empathy

And someday we'll take what's ours

No peace between classes nor war between peoples

The neighborhood, its people, the daily miseries

Sometimes you love it and other times you hate it

The bells ring

We're going to set the betting shop on fire

Don't put the costume on

We're not going to accept you

Don't come here to do tourism

Get lost with your f*cking paternalism