Titas
Sunday
Vamonós
They treat us like pig shit
(whores and gorgos-rotten blood)
And they use us to clean their asses
Sons of bitches, faggot rockers!
They don't like my color
They don't like my color
They don't like how I talk
They don't like how I talk
Come on, come on Come on, come on, go on , come on, let's go
Come on, let's go, let's go
Bye-I'm leaving
Bye-bye-I'm leaving
Where are we going, where are we going
I don't know, I don't I know
How far we are going, where we are going
I don't know, I don't know
Come on, come on, let's go
Come on, let's go, let's go
If they treat us like whores
If they treat us like dogs
Come on, come on, let's go
Come on, come on, let's go