Fill de Puta
Decibelios
Son of a Bitch
(Intro)
Knock, knock, knock.
-Come in, come in.
-Good afternoon, Don Armando, may I have your permission?
-Come in, Sebastian, please sit down.
-Thank you, go ahead.
-Well, Sebastian, considering that your performance is not satisfactory for this company, the board of directors has decided to terminate your contract.
-But Don Armando...
-You are fired.
-My wife, my kids, my beers...
-You are fired. HA, HA, HA.
(Lyrics)
You all are the fakes,
You all are the scum,
You all are the fools,
You all are the pains.
You would be better off dead,
Suit-wearing, human shit.
You would be better off dead,
Suit-wearing, human shit.
You would be better off dead,
Suit-wearing, human shit.
You would be better off dead.
