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Tos del fumador

Apocalypse Hoboken

Smoker's Cough

You're getting old, your gums are bleeding
You're feeling down, your hair's receding
Oh NO!
A bitter man who's got no one to call his own
A prisoner without a home to call a home
Up against a wall his vices have rendered him unable
He drinks away another day just to fell a little stable
Drink away your life
Beating up your wife
The kids don't come home anymore
Coughing up your life
Cheating on your wife
The kids don't come home anymore

Tos del fumador

Te estás poniendo viejo, tus encías sangran
Te sientes mal, tu cabello se está retirando
¡Oh NO!
Un hombre amargado que no tiene a nadie a quien llamar suyo
Un prisionero sin un hogar al que llamar su hogar
Contra la pared, sus vicios lo han dejado incapaz
Bebe otro día solo para sentirse un poco estable
Bebe tu vida
Golpeando a tu esposa
Los niños ya no vuelven a casa
Tosiendo tu vida
Engañando a tu esposa
Los niños ya no vuelven a casa

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