Ataca

When I was little, I rode my bouncer.
The first thing I learned was attack! Attack!
Attack! Attack! Attack!
I learned to walk and was given a stake,
I remember that year I killed forty cows.
And they weren't skinny cows.

I made my first communion hungover,
with an eye patch and rum in the flask.
Flask! Flask! Flask!

Then, as an adult, I always made noise.
I gouged my mother's eyes out with a knife.
Knife! Knife! Knife!

Then I married a maniac woman
who scrapes poop with bread in the toilet.
Poop! Poop! Poop!

We spent the day pushing and shoving,
and then at night, I worked as a grinder.
Grinder! Grinder! Grinder!