Fill de Puta
(Intro)
Toc, Toc, Toc.
-Pase, pase.
-Buenas tardes Don Armando, ¿da usted su permiso?
-Adelante Sebastián, pase y siéntese por favor.
-Gracias, usted dirá.
-Pues mire Sebastián, en vista de que su rendimiento no es satisfactorio para esta empresa, la junta directiva a tomado la decisión de rescindir su contrato.
-Pero Don Armando...
-Queda usted despedido.
-Mi mujer, mis hijos, mis cervezas...
-Queda usted despedido. JA, JA ,JA.
(Letra)
Vosotros sois los falsos,
Vosotros sois la escoria,
Vosotros sois los necios,
Vosotros sois los plastas.
Muertos estariais mejor,
Corbateros, mierda humana.
Muertos estariais mejor,
Corbateros, mierda humana.
Muertos estariais mejor,
Corbateros, mierda humana.
Muertos estariais mejor.
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.