¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse] CmBb Chew on your pencil, you turn out the lights CmBb Sad in the kitchen, one of those nights CmBb The prisoners were dressed, like ladies of old CmG7 Why did you say those titbits, will never be told
[Pre-chorus] Fm The cannibal yachts(?) and electrified fence G Whatever the fuzz wants, shoot dead or repent
[Verse] CmBb They slaughtered the mascot, they dressed for the feast CmBb For they are sad and blind, from the worst to the least CmBb The music was simple, went back to James Brown CmG7 They saw a mistress, they lowered her down
[Pre-chorus] Fm The gorgeous this costume, well soon it’ll have mass(?) G As real as a drink to his glorious past
[Verse] CmBb Sin use and cop-blues, has clung to our lips CmBb The crosses and pistols, swung at our hips CmBb I cried for my supper, I spat on a plate CmG7 When everyone tries to, become what they hate
[Pre-chorus] Fm The interesting captain, a smile on his face G So proud of the changes that he made to this place