Fernandez Must Die
He's gone away
He's so distracted
He must be sick in some way
well so they say
He's already gone home
That´s why he is all alone
Invisable to the eye
Hey, three is a crowd
I´ll see you tomorrow
Hey, three is a crowd
Stay away until tomorrow
Look at his hair
Look at those clothes that he wear
Let's pick a fight with him were
Everybody can see
Let's fool him to come around
Then he'll get his face pound
He gets on my nerves all the time
You fucked up.
You're busy on your back
Trying out everybody
Fernandez Debe Morir
Se ha ido
Está tan distraído
Debe estar enfermo de alguna manera
bueno, eso dicen
Ya se ha ido a casa
Por eso está completamente solo
Invisible a simple vista
Oye, tres son multitud
Te veré mañana
Oye, tres son multitud
Aléjate hasta mañana
Mira su cabello
Mira la ropa que lleva puesta
Vamos a pelear con él aquí
Donde todos puedan ver
Engañémoslo para que venga
Entonces recibirá golpes en la cara
Me saca de quicio todo el tiempo
La cagaste.
Estás ocupado en tu espalda
Probando con todo el mundo
Escrita por: Fritz Kristoferitsch / PMA