El Cuerpo Del Delito feels like the soundtrack to a late-night spy movie. From the very first line, the “myth explodes” and we are hurled into a frantic escape: shadows stalk us, detectives close in, and global agencies (CIA, KGB, FBI) lurk around every corner. The narrator is busy wiping the slate clean - blowing up evidence, darting out of rooms, hiding something “in a safe place.” The music’s urgent pulse mirrors this cinematic chase, creating a sense of playful paranoia that keeps the listener hooked.
Dig a little deeper and the song turns inward. The “crime scene” is really inside us: each of us is our own snitch, our own private hell. The body to be hidden is the weight of guilt, regret, or a past self we wish to erase. By flicking his “artificial detonator,” the narrator vows to end that torment and start fresh. So, while the lyrics read like a thriller, Soda Stereo is really urging us to confront our inner demons, destroy what holds us back, and escape into freedom before the world – or our own conscience – catches up.