A year ago this day, I was drinking a cerveza in the basement
I didn't stop to think, about its location, or it's placement
One year passed on by, we were hanging with the guys, down in the basement
Shooting dice and shit, and drinking from a case of fresh cervezas
Moldelo
What have you done to me
Moldelo
What have you done to me
Luckily for us, the guy who drank the one was like no other
As a child his grandma fed him mold from jars of jam, for his supper
His immunity to mold was thanks to olden days, of superstition
Now he swallows chunks of blackened tar and fuzz, without thinking
Moldelo
What have you done to me
Moldelo
What have you done to me
