felt fawn unloaded in the grocery department
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left only asparagus salad and nivea liquid soap,
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but squeaked at the gate like in some slow motion dream
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I rushed to the exit, but the guards overcame
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Okay, a friend will drive up, I'll pay three times the amount
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do not rock the warehouses are leading up the stairs
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what is it guys don’t understand, why are you fucked up?
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locked in the office waiting for unpleasant adventures
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half an hour later two stern men in civilian clothes come in
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well, they say your position is precarious
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keep your hands in sight in a moment you will undress and take off your clothes
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cop intonations, but voices seem reasonable
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do you think we didn't know that you're fucking clothes in H&M?
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Do you think we didn't know when you cheated on your wife?
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your thoughts are on tape why do you live in a free country?
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where are the handcuffs fasten him to the battery
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fuckin' father of existential fucking hip-hop
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my partner will stick a mop in your ass
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let's make your style a little more sharply social
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then fucking teach your youngsters suffering
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but I break out abruptly and break the window with my body |
hard spring snow almost into dog shit
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I'm falling, I need to run, I need a singed passport
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I hear one of the assholes in civilian clothes swearing from above
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limping away defenseless like a dot on the radar,
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but the subconscious feeling of guilt will still lead to the cell
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to a place as damp and dark as a mother's womb
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give birth to me back mama it's too bad for me here
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the city blooms beautifully revealing a rotten inside
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how did I get tired of paying for the subway
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escalators and taxi drivers
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work spend in shops in cafes leave for tea
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unpaid bills police bank vat
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get out of the maze back into the forest
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close your eyes and relax and fall into a snowdrift
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hear the evening buzzing this city fuck you in the mouth
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I forgot about the carrots, otherwise there is everything for the salad
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I barely made it to the store in five minutes it closes
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the guards look at the fat woman at the checkout like a fool
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they only burn carrots, but why is the bag so big
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aunt from somewhere runs out fucked skewed herself angry
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Come on, come with me, the creature thought we wouldn't know
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fuck you don't want to have children TV like everyone else, |
and for normal women, because of you, tear yourself up in shit
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books your clothes from the Internet don't eat meat bitch
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Do you want to be cleaner than others or what do you think motherfuckers
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no dear dick you will be saved by your kafka salinger
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didn't you see the monkey? |
never talked to garbage?
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my aunt's face is crimson with a hand that hits me backhand
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dim light in the back room three cops have already arranged an inventory
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Well, what did you steal, they say in chorus, let's go and rest on the bunk
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I stand with my carrot like a fool completely confused
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cops with sellers fill my bag with goods
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hey she also wanted to steal it how happy they are
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rubbing their hands rustling protocols machine guns
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on their shoulders they ring like a saucepan into which lettuce
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looks like I'll never cut again, hey, that's not true
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yelling to them please shut up bitch it's none of your business
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neighing answering dusty epaulettes with stars on their shoulders
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now I understand why they are called garbage, but before
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I was never afraid I didn't think everything was fine
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now I'm like a thief and a cold barrel in the back of a machine gun
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leads to the car of the police department of the Northern Medvedkovo branch of hell |
Moscow, the worst city in the world, is flying by outside the window
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the city blooms beautifully revealing a rotten inside
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how did I get tired of paying for the subway
|
escalators and taxi drivers
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work spend in shops in cafes leave for tea
|
unpaid bills police bank vat
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get out of the maze back into the forest
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close your eyes and relax and fall into a snowdrift
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hear the evening buzzing this city fuck you in the mouth |