Putas

If the low mood has already set in
I prefer to be in a better place
Where I no longer have any more problems.

But the Lord abandoned me
He excommunicated me from his flock
For getting involved
In skirt problems.

Whores, whores, whores
Staining my reputation
Whores, whores, whores
Leading me to perdition
Whores, whores, whores
The wrong path caught me...

I'm standing again
Awake until dawn
I got bored of heaven
My friends are in hell

My end is approaching
I don't want any damn funeral
Don't bring flowers to my grave
Bring whores.

Goodbye, I'm leaving now...

Whores, whores, whores, let's go to whores.