matanza
sunday morning after
Sunday morning after All the drunkness and the blood spits Bottles around my pillow An ashtray taste and a headache Like I've never had Sunday morning after I'm afraid to open my eyes and see Who the hell sleeps by my side Coz I can't remember What the fuck I did last night Sunday morning after One more night of butchery Hangover is happiness When compared to what I see Some goddamned fuckin' little girl Very ugly and fat Wakeup now coz I need to buy Some cigarrettes