Ahórkate

Ten thousand binges, ten thousand hangovers
And a cirrhosis like hell
An infection in the intestine
From drinking coke and wine

Your nasal septum is screwed up
For having taken so much speed
And so much speed
But that doesn't matter, you keep going forward
In your life, you don't lose a moment

Whenever you can, you're drunk
You're not like those fools
Who spend their whole lives
As if it were a waiting room
Waiting for their death
To have a decent burial

Your problems will end
If you listen to the marzipan
If you don't know what the hell to do
Take a rope and hang yourself
You took out a mortgage for 75 years
Hang yourself, hang yourself, hang yourself