Lyrics: Andrew Jackson Jihad. Una Mas Cerveza Por Favor.

Drink another beer, my darling.
You're drinking for two.
When Skyler got out of prison, I was worrying about you.
He can be a mean motherfucker, you know it's true.
He got out of prison with parol and a swastika tattoo.
Now I am worried for you.
And the well-being of your baby, too.

So, the baby's gonna have a daddy.
Well, that's wonderful news.
He won't be the greatest parent, but neither will you.
You've gotta get out while you can, otherwise you're screwed.
Your legs are broken, and your eyes are black and blue.
Now I am worried for you.
And the well-being of your family, too

(Thanks to ande for these lyrics)