Paroles:
Skumdum Skum Of The Land

Yo soy un perro de la muerte Y no me rompas los cojones Yo soy un chico con poca suerte Vivo en un zulo con tres mill ratones Yo soy un perro de la

have faith in you Can someone tell me who?s included In their masterplan And do they really care about the people Who are living in this land Yeah maybe

I just don?t care anymore This time you?re on your own Why can?t you just see that we?re fed up With you and your constant search for sympathy There

Monday Morning Still asleep When you clock in for another day of stress Got to work harder To make more cash That?s the only way to measure your success

In the papers we can read about the bombs falling down Killing men, women and children Destroying town by town That?s good news my friend On the centrefold

I?m gonna tell you the story of a girl That I met one night I was down at the pub with my friends When this beast came at me She started rubbing her