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Epic
01:52
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Got drunk at "Pelmeni" on Monday or Tuesday
Don't really care when I will have fun
Fuck all the pussies
Who afraid of hangover
They'll have at their shitty jobs
Friday party is for everymen
All I need is lots of awesome food
Before I'll go to bed at 7 pm
And I'll sleep all night long
And I'll sleep all day long
And I'll wake up on Sunday at noon
I've got drunk at pelmeni
With Markov and GOSHA
Don't really care when I will have fun
We've had our porsions
And now the flood of sweat and vomit starts to run
Friday party is for everymen
All I need is lots of awesome food
Before I'll go to bed at 7 pm
And I'll sleep all night long
And I'll sleep all day long
And I'll wake up on Sunday at noon
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2. |
Bangkok
00:52
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He's got boobs
She's got cock
Always ready in Bangkok
Half a boy
Half a girl
Fun fun fun for everyone
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3. |
Gooogle Bordello
02:59
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Oh! Again!
I’m knocked down by the strain
From all the urgent things I need to do
Can’t decide
About the point where I should start
I wait I wait I wait I wait
I wait I wait I wait I wait I wait
Nothing’s moving forward
What I’m waiting for: some special invitation?
Take me to the doctor
Because I need a cure for my procrastination
Can’t concentrate
I’m in disabled state
My scattered thoughts are anywhere but here
Can’t stay on task
I feel like worthless wreck
No checkmarks near the bullet points
The good old flogging is all that I deserve
When all the things can possibly distract me
How dare I ask why I’m not productive?
It’s time to have a cup of tea
Though I’ve already finished three and it’s still morning
I’ll see In sideme play tonight
I’m stoked without a doubt. Gonna check who else is going
I’ll surf the Internet to roar
But not too long, I have to work…Whom am I kidding?
Different day under my feet
I’m dealing with same shit… it’s repeating
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4. |
She's gone
01:48
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I loved to see her playing in her own box, to find her crawling on the wall,
she always welcomed me by moving her antennas, I gave a cucumbers to her
and she ate them and she was chewing sweetly,
but the last time she didn't eat anything...
Dear friend
Quiet friend
Silent and devoted
I can't believe
That you are
Already not here
While the view of the world stays the same
I remember one day of the last summer, I was squinting in the sun,
there was the box with me there was a snail in it so little and so young
and she came to me like a sign of summer, the one haven't spent so obscured...
Little Death
Little Death
Not smaller
Than anyone's else
You passed away
And this dark abyss
Is thing we can not understand
I think all the snales
Should go to heaven
Cause they know:
There're not so many
things to speak about
loud or speak about at all.
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THE PEDOPHILES!
Seems like they're everywhere now
Forming a huge avalanche ready to crush every town
YES
(It's) surely a harmful disease
But look at its growth for the last couple of years
Well, isn't it strange:
Even foreign exchange
Is less popular now than having sex with wrong age?
Of course it is strange
For sure it is strange
Remarkably strange
Strange strange strange strange
Paranoid blabbering have conquered the news
Time to give the floor to another shithead
Conscious citizens already know what to do
And how can they protect their precious children
Let's get this thing straight
Entrap and castrate
Or death penalty
AND SO IT GOES
The flying sparks all around
Top stories on your TV include both parties to crime
IT LOOKS so fucking shameless to me
How they discuss twists ans turns of all the acts they submit
While children are there
But nobody cares
"Our ratings go up
Fuck all the rest!"
Massive propaganda will begin to bear fruit
They've got projected laws and bills to carry
Supported by the army of hysterical fools
Those in power don't need to be scared
They use all amends
For their selfish ends
While stating inverse
Every now and then I think
About what will be the next big thing
And source for informational attack
Nevermind the irritant
Cause there will be no difference
In how the masses will choose to react
Cause all they need is new aim
They need to know who's to blame
Why would they sit there and muse
When they can judge and accuse?
Judge&accuse
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Jet Packs город Владимир, Russian Federation
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“You’ll be a Myspace band”
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Since we’re not Myspace band
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