Federico Gil Solá

Barricade the doors
And fuck the guys outside
Close up all the windows
And cancel me that ride

I don´t like the morning
And I can´t stand the night
Let´s kill all the pigeons
And the neighbours we can find

Disconnect the telephone
It´s probably my mom
I´m raping little children
My birthday´s coming up

Not getting any younger
Still hate the Vatican
If those fuckers could find me
Death would be legalized

I´ll burn again you assholes!
The pain is half the fun
Surviving like an idiot
Back in the frying pan

Disconnect the telephone
It´s probably my mom
I´m raping little children
My birthday´s coming up

My brain was left behind me
There´s no wine in my cup
Can{t see the snow from here
I never had no guts

I don´t believe in music
I hate my lying rhyme
I only have one wish:
That love would never die!

Disconnect the telephone
It´s probably my mom
I´m raping little children
My birthday´s coming up.