Mr Jones, o pequeña semblanza de una familia tipo americana [English translation]

Mr jones opened the door,

Saw her mother already dead

And he cleaned the blood of his jacket.

He kept her mother in the wardrobe

He put more wood to the fireplace

And the very raw winter came closer.

He called his wife and said:

"Mom is dead in the wardrobe",

"Of course, I killed her myself.

She set the table wrong

So I blew her head with an axe

And she stained the carpet with blood"

What a pity!

And Mr Jones was working

And her wife was killing

And the kids were running over there.

They were eating the birds,

The dogs and the cats

And other bugs wandering there.

And the police came

With two cars and a trolley

To incarcerate the whole family.

"I don't know why, seargent,

You take me to the detachment,

If we're a very normal family"

• Artist:Sui Generis
• Album:Confesiones de invierno (1973)