Una clásica. [toma mike] Ésta me recuerda a mi ex-mejor amigo, así que se la dedico a él. Por todas esas sesiones de guitarra, Daryan. Y por cagarte en nuestro concierto y quemar mi guitarra borginiana. Pásala bien en la cárcel, hijo de...
[empieza a sonar música punk]
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I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run Shes the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the
Robbin people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I lost my girl and I lost my fun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won