Muertos

I had my palm read but they couldn't find my lifeline Told me I had died around one hundred million different times Said I wasn't worth a single nickel or a single dime And all the friends I've made, well, I had corrupted all their minds So I went to the club where I usually hang out The dancers all remembered me cuz I stuck out in the crowd They came up to my barstool and asked me for some songs And all that I could mutter was "Something's bound to go wrong" Quiero irme este lugar Me siento tan sola Odio este bar Muertos So after some cervezas, I went up to the stage The dancers never left it, so they got into my way I sang some sweet renditions of some songs that I had made But the dancers stole my tips, so I guess I won't get paid I picked up my guitar and walked back to my seat The dancers were all laughing cause they knew they had me beat It was a textbook day in the life of a cynic Life is so easy when you know you can't win it Quiero irme este lugar Me siento tan sola Odio este bar Muertos