VERSE 1
Getting it right on the very first try
Is setting the bar way too fucking high
Black widow parents feeding kids venom
How to score A’s, how to get into heaven
El Perfecto is an out of reach nickname
Anything below that is all a big shame
No time to play, learn how to pray
That your belt bruises will go away
CHORUS
El Perfecto! X4
VERSE 2
Landing a career as a big shot executive
A hot shit CEO who nobody messes with
Is a privilege for those with money and power
A right for those with their name on a tower
Landing a career jockeying a cash register
Is more than just an old political metaphor
It’s a way of life for those who cannot buy
Their way into a private jet flying in the sky
CHORUS
El Perfecto! X4
BRIDGE
Stressed out! You don’t know what to do
So a gun to your skull is what you choose
Stressed out! You don’t know who to trust
In a world where nobody really gives a fuck
Stressed out! You don’t know how to relax
There are so many knives in so many backs
Stressed out! The oligarchy rules your life
They don’t know what it’s like to want to die
VERSE 3
You swear you’ll take a day off next Monday
But your broken down body has become mundane
You swear you’ll see a doctor next Tuesday
But the prices were jacked up twice today
You swear you’ll get married next Wednesday
But you couldn’t satisfy her on your best day
You swear you’ll end the cycle soon enough
But that hollow sunken belly is yours to stuff
CHORUS
El Perfecto! X4
