My friends cry to me when they drink
Ranting against their wives
They went from brave hunters
To pushing babies in walkers
You have a family
More you take care of it
The more you carry
The more you hurt
The more you have
The more you cry
The Christian ceremony crucify
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Or you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Or you are going to mass, or you go to my salamín
With my friends we had an orchestra
Coins in the cap and there were no protests
And now that we make soccer fields
Since we can't afford it, we look for myself It's work
It's like this
It's not going to change
It's as old
As humanity
As soon as a man gets married
If it was fiber it becomes in fat
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Or you go to mass, or you go to my salamín
I'm not sure if this is a party
Or a painful protest song
If we are part of a choir of crybabies
I change guitar for sadness bandoneons
Let's go, the fat ones!
My friends are all faggots
They were free and now they are paunchy
They had a big ass at parties
And now they stand in line to pay their debts
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The more muddy you will get
The more committed you will be
The more gray hair you will have
You will see that time is unforgiving
to the one who wastes his testosterone
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
Either you go to mass, or you go to my salami
You are going to see that time does not forgive
the one who wastes his testosterone
You are going to see that time does not forgive
the who wastes his testosterone
You will see that time does not forgive
he who wastes his testosterone
You will see that time does not forgive
he who wastes his testosterone

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