My son
Guilherme Leite
I and my son, on the bar, speaking the new lifes
The parents of my son are a son of bitch
The grandmother matern of my son is a great bitch
Speak much of the my life with the she and the son
My son hear the Jupiter Apple every days
In my house, in the school, in the cemitery and in the bar
Is a ordinary boy, but is a inteligence complete
My son is fuck, son of a bitch much crazy