Nihilismo Es Una Mierda

We’ve got nothing left, nothing to try
Even if we try, we’ll always stay the same
The same three shitty tones, always out of tune
The lyrics, just a copy, the way we sing

We’re always a mess, a bunch of losers,
The worst of the worst, just because, not for show

We didn’t invent anything, it’s all been done
We don’t lie, nor do we think we’re original
We sing about drugs, about booze, and smoking
Punk rock, Espinosa, and screw everything else!