O Vas a Misa

My buddies cry when they drink
Ranting against their ladies
They went from brave hunters
To pushing babies in strollers
You have a family
The more you take care of them
The more you carry
The more you hurt yourself
The more you have
The more you cry

The Christian ceremony crucifies
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
With my buddies, we had a band
Coins in the hat and no complaints
And now we build soccer fields
Since it's not enough, we look for more work
That's how it is

It won't change
It's as old
As humanity
As soon as a man gets married
If he was lean, he turns into fat
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
I'm not sure if this is a party
Or a sad protest song
If we are part of a choir of crybabies
I trade my guitar for sad bandoneons
Let's go, fatties!

My buddies are all wimps
They were free and now they're chubby
They used to have fun at parties
Now they line up to pay debts
The more you have
The more you get dirty
The more you commit
The more gray hairs you dye
You'll see that time doesn't forgive

To those who waste their testosterone
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
Either you go to church, or you go to my sausage
You'll see that time doesn't forgive
To those who waste their testosterone
You'll see that time doesn't forgive
To those who waste their testosterone
You'll see that time doesn't forgive
To those who waste their testosterone
You'll see that time doesn't forgive
To those who waste their testosterone