LYRICS GAME

This is the story of two shameless crooks

Manager and producer

Black-glove thieves

Two, each worse than the other

Bed makers

In the end, poor devils

They're the filthiest sh*t

They're the fatso and the narco

And the truth is that some years have gone by

But I still remember

Some of us like work

Others prefer to steal it

You're like a pimple on the ass

I scratch it and it disappears

And no matter how much I scratch it

This pimple won't grow anymore

Don't think, poor devils

that I'm singing out of spite

That embezzlement was lucky

Today I sleep much better

You're the fatso and the narco

You're the crème de la crème

Horse thieves

I was your steed

I was a dairy cow

I was a signature on paper

As consolation I'm left with

that you keep being rats

and I'm still a steed

Time is the one that gives the reasons

and the one that sometimes takes them away from us

I put you to bed with my tongue

and it offered me a smile

You were two hungry wolves

with a pretty wrapping

In the end you've served me

to broaden the repertoire

Don't be in a hurry to change

that it'll be a bit late

See you in hell

that all the wood burns

I don't know where you are now

nor do I care

I'm only putting

the cards on the table

Don't think, poor devils

that I'm singing out of spite

That embezzlement was lucky

Today I sleep much better

You're the fatso and the narco

You're the crème de la crème

Horse thieves

I was your steed

I was a dairy cow

I was a signature on paper

As consolation I'm left with

that you keep being rats

and I'm still a steed

You were Asterix and Obelix

Captain and his cabin boy

And now I go and say goodbye

like Petete used to do

The fat book teaches you

The fat book entertains

and I tell you gladly

Until the life that comes