Lyrics: Pedro C. Díaz Hdz.
Music: Pedro C. Díaz Hdz. / Dionicio A. Galarza
i'm getting tired of this sight
the sky itself just keeps boring me
i will not die in this town
engulfed by grey-stained walls
until i find i got used to it
faces that scream with no sound
drunk college sheep at a bar
they all know how this is going to end:
two kids, a stupid job and a wife
a sneak to strip clubs, football,
suicidal thoughts at the sunday mass
don't look back
and have a little faith in me
just pack your bags
we're breaking out of here
take only what is at hand
i cannot stand any more of this
i'm sick of these people
and sick of their shallow remarks
about how happy we oughta be
don't look back
and have a little faith in me
just pack your bags
we're breaking out of here.
