We are 1, 2
1, 2, 3… 6!

We are the school band
Our name it’s a fool tradition
We don’t have any guitar
Or any bass whit plays our music.

For the history of other’s band’s
We pass in this fucked moment
Our “capital” it’s too bad
And the rocks don’t buy an organ.

We are underboust
We don’t have a drug
Hear the sound of voices
Of this music old.

We are only six players
One drum and two guitars
One bass and vocal god
Who sing alone to the paranoia.

Our guitar it’s a little satanic
He has an especial girl
our drum is very calm but
Disappear when we play too bad