Cia de Canalhas

Sleep for what??
If the day belongs to the weak
Noble slaves, poor masters
Who do we try to deceive?

Run to the burrow
Flee the island
Lock the door
Hide your daughters

K-n-o-w who you don't want to meet

Sharpening the razor's edge
The company of scoundrels
To where the smoke spreads
The company of scoundrels