Yo Hablo

Me gusta eschuchar la musica de La Plebe
At the bus stop at 7, with my cafe I’ve made too strong again
And I get drunk on that, my three hours of sleep
The Mexican punk railed into my ears
I catch three or four words every few lines
I know you would understand more
I hope you understand I’m learning this for tu, mi primo, mi mejor amigo
I like to think of you 2500 miles West, still in bed
I’m awake estudiar espanol
So we can disappear into Guatemala o Argentina together
So we can whisper “pinches fronteras”
As we sneak hot cafe to las immigrants