Am Comis-O Din Nou

Good evening, glad to see you all, my friends
Someone hoped we ran out of ideas
We apologize to the public who will listen to us
We don’t make music to hook up with ugly women
[Ombladon]
Everyone asks us why Parazitii
We didn’t pick some random name like all the fools do
I’m sick of women who don’t get men
And I’m sick of men who are all over other men
That’s not all, I can say
I have a million ways to fill the fools with foam
No jokes, all my enemies want to die in their sleep
I’ve got one life and I won’t waste it on dreams

Chorus:
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat
Ooo, we did it again
Let the speakers blow up when we drop the beat

Not a single library rat can understand us
And the first bimbo who caught him in the cradle
When I talk seriously, no one believes me anymore
And I only get fake sympathy, it’s clear
We don’t follow the recipe that fooled Americans
We respect our fans, we don’t need their cash
With our voice on CD, ready to dance
The bands lip-sync and don’t know how to mime
All the ugly ones beat up perverse women
And if they get to sing, they suck for interest without protest
What I want in your world, you rotten female
May it rain curses with no shelter in sight
You’ve got a buckle mark on your forehead and it scares me
When I see you with them, getting down in the dirt

We deny any resemblance to real people
We never took anyone lightly, right?

I’m the doctor you won’t get operated on out of fear
I treat...