Dulce Hogar

Well, that's how it goes, if you're a woman,
you better find yourself a good guy and then
hold on tight to him.
Your future's all set, living off his paycheck,
and now he’s got someone to clean his ass
and feed him well.

Swear him eternal love, and marry him,
put out every night,
and you’ve done your part.
You’ve formed that sweet home,
pillar of this society.
At first, so much joy,
then just routine and endure, and endure!

Then bring kids into this world,
they’ll bring us joy, it’ll be great and all.
But the husband’s out of work,
and now there are six kids to feed.
What the hell is going to happen? Why the hell
didn’t you get a vasectomy?

When his friends come over,
the kids on the couch, not moving a muscle
for whatever might happen.
You painted up and made up, just swallow, swallow, swallow,
handing out a thousand smiles
like a total hypocrite.

The friends have bailed, the kids are fighting,
your old lady! Back to the kitchen, take off that dress,
pick up all the crap and get to scrubbing.

The old man’s off getting drunk at the bar,
nobody’s waiting for him, 'cause when he comes back...
he’ll definitely find out, you can bet he’ll find out.