El Punk

He plays his part in the barrio
he’s not royalty or a dizzy actor

he will not own a taco shack
a mechanic shop

with his foot against a building
el punk

or in a car patrolling the streets
which belong to him

he will never solve the puzzle
abandon his desire for the quick buck

words are hard to come by
sex is not love as he beats up his girl

he does not change his tune
it has always been his lot

not much different
from yours and mine