Testo Song For The Old Man

"Song For The Old Man"


How much sand in your booze?
How much dry bread in your teeth?
Everyday is the longest day
Or maybe the day you will never forget.
God didn't save you from the luck
Of a rich, rich marriage
Nor your dictator saved you from
The big glorious war.

But maybe you were saved just because
You've never, never believed,
No saint has guided your wrinkle hand
Oh, when a hundred of whores has driven your shining cars.

I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst...
Twenty years in the tropics
One hundred years of regrets,
Life is too long to repent
And too short to deify the bitterness.

Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair,
Your perfect dye go beyond
Every political convinction against
Every classfight.

I loved your style and your hatred for,
Your hatred for mediocrity,
God will not give you a honoured place
But he will envy your shined shoes.

I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral...
I will sing my worst... I will sing my worst...
I will sing my worst... I will sing my worst...
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral, my old man,
I will sing my worst... I will sing my worst...
I will sing my worst...