We Hate It When Our Friends Become Cholos

We hate it when our friends become Cholos
We hate it when our friends become Cholos

Oh, look at those baggy clothes
Now look at that head, it's to bald
And such a silly vato
Well, it's really laughable

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

We hate it when our friends become Cholos
And if they're from Los Nietos, that makes it even worse

And if we can destroy them
You bet your life we will destroy them
If we can hurt them
Well, we may as well, it's really laughable

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

You see, it should've been me
It could've been me
Everybody knows
Everybody says so

They say, "Ah, you have loads of baggy clothes
So many tatts, oh, tatts and they can stand
Webs, crosses and tear drops
On the neck, just stop"

La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la

Therapist On Duty

The work you chose has a practical vein
But I read much more into your name
Therapist
Patrolling the length and the breadth of your room
I call your name from the emergency room
Therapist

Therapist - save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from the ails and the ills, and
from other things.

The center of the town is a dangerous zone
Drenched in phlegm every time that I come home
Therapist- save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from life.

Save me from the ails and the ills
And from other things.

Love me, oh help me, oh
oh help me, oh help oh

Therapist, counsel me from life
Therapist, guard me from life.

The last bus home is the dangerous one,
A baseball bat against the collarbone.
Therapist.

Therapist - save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from life.

Cause it's the only life I'll ever have,
I'm always good, I'm never bad
And I've always been so kind,
To the sick and to the partially blind.

Save me from life.