Lyrics Hit Me - 1984

Hit Me

This summer is wrong, blood in the heat
Is it my veins?
Buenos Aires is home
On the streets, suburbs, I meet
Only bodies in chains
Will I ever return to this city that burns away?
Whatever I choose, i’ve got the feeling i’ll lose myself
Anyway
I feel a warmth, fist on my cheek
Whose hand is there?
A tall man, russian type
I’ve never enjoyed a fever like this
I spit in his hair
Will I ever return to this city that burns away?
Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain
Anyway
Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secrets
Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets
These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust them
I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me This summer is hell, blood on my lips
Hate in their veins, Buenos Aires is blown
On the streets, in the suburbs, I meet
Glances in flames
Will I ever return to this city that burns away?
Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain
Anyway
Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secrets
Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets
These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust them
I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me The fortress cracks and panic rises, oh I know they'll hit me Outlaws like prudish wives, they're all dying to hit me All these eyes like forks and knives
, all sharpened to eat me So let's have our fight and share at last the only tongue we can speak