I met you when we were jumping out of the border
With no papers, there was him
For me it was a brand new sensation
For you just another trip
Everything seemed so illegal
But finding was a piece of shit
So I find myself another room
And try to write another hit
With broken dreams the magazines
Everything dropped on the floor
Handling bags the talking heads
And now there's someone at the door
A few muchachas and lots of cucarachas
And stuff enough to kill off the boredom
But there's one thing you might be sure of
I don't feel funky anymore
You pushed me to a situation
That ruined our relationship
We're just starving for affection
And I didn't have a place to hit
I guess when the kitchen sinks
The rats get away from the ship
So I find myself another room
And try to write another hit
Sogni svaniti, giornali e riviste
È tutto sparso per terra
Letti disfatti, celentano
Ha sempre qualcuno alla porta
Alcune ragazze e molti scarafaggi
La gente è molto cattiva
Ma c'è una cosa [di] cui devi star certo
Non mi sento funky mai più
Sogni svaniti, giornali e riviste
È tutto sparso per terra
Letti disfatti, celentano
Ha sempre qualcuno alla porta
Alcune ragazze e molti scarafaggi
La gente è molto cattiva
Ma c'è una cosa [di] cui devi star certo
Non mi sento funky mai più
With broken dreams the magazines
Everything dropped on the floor
Handling bags the talking heads
And now there's someone at the door
A few muchachas and lots of cucarachas
And stuff enough to kill off the boredom
But there's one thing you might be sure of
I don't feel funky anymore
