Com Camot - Auxili, ZOO

Vàndals, bandolers, bandes de roders

Vàndals, bandolers, ionquis dels diners

Vau jugar a ser Camot, rebolcant-se com a porcs

A les clavegueres del poder

Palco, puro, pura dreta, massa visa

Poca classe, putes, coca, bous i missa

Balla la parca al paradís contrabandista

Que trista la mort si el teu nom surt a la llista

Mira com corrien, s’amagaven entre portes

Trien qui és la víctima, faran que no els delate

Miren d’escapar de les seues pròpies trampes

Hi ha qui no suporta la pressió i no respira més

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Qui la fa la paga

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Callen tots, quan tot esclata

Hi ha qui té por de sortir del pou

Qui estirarà la corda

Jo que allà estava con las manos en la masa

Que vaig buidar de colp la mina i el caixó

Jo que em vaig fer la casa, al centre de la plaça

Que isc en la foto encapçalant la processó, jo

Siempre en la cima, con la piel fina, tota eixa xusma

Tu saps per què em critiquen?

envejacoxina

Jo!

m’havia pagat ja el billet de avió

Per algo em va tocar set voltes el Euromillón

I ara volen que torne el que he gastat

Que acabe arrossegant-me con un gos abandonat

I tota la gent jove que ha aportat totes les proves

I han aconseguit que em trobe ací a la porta del jutjat

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Qui la fa la paga

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Ara callen tots, quan tot esclata

Hi ha qui té por de sortir del pou

Qui estirà la corda

Vandals, bandits, gangsters

Vandals, bandits, money junkies

You played Camot, rolling around like a pig

In the sewers of power

Stage, pure, pure right, too visa

Little class, whores, cake, oxen and mass

Dance the parka in the smuggler's paradise

How sad death is if your name is on the list

Look how they ran, hiding between doors

They choose who the victim is, they will make you not betray them

They try to escape from their own traps

Some people can't stand the pressure and can't breathe anymore

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Who pays for it

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

They all shut up, when everything explodes

There are those who are afraid to get out of the well

Who will pull the rope

I was there with my hands in the dough

That I suddenly emptied the mine and the drawer

I made my home in the middle of the square

That isc in the photo leading the procession, me

Always on top, with thin skin, all that shit

Do you know why I'm being criticized?

envyacoxin

Me!

I had already paid for my plane ticket

For some reason the Euromillion hit me seven times

And now they want me to pay back what I spent

Let me end up crawling with an abandoned dog

And all the young people who have provided all the evidence

And they managed to get me here at the courthouse door

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Who pays for it

Ooooooh oooh ooooh ooooh!

Now everyone is silent, when everything explodes

There are those who are afraid to get out of the well

Who will pull the rope