Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar,  pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Oil slicks in the water, and I guess it must be in my veins.
And though I feel a little bothered, I think I'll probably be ok.
Buddy wanna play the martyr, I'm pretty sure he's gone insane.
I know that we can push it farther, but he tells me that he cannot stay

Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Spinning in a foreign city, Deep in Slauson town.
Somewhere along the pavement, they heard the mighty sound
I would see it in their mourning statements, but at the moment i was getting down
With some girl who says she from caymans, her hair was almost to the ground

Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar.

Oil slicks in the water, I guess it must be in my tears
Blacked out for the slaughter, when we set you down in that field.
What could I say to your little daughter, that hadn't been said by the fear
Spinning, I was spinning farther, when the priest told us to kneel.

Hijo de su puta madre, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar, pero quien lo dejó manejar.