| Fucked a fan in neumenosis, took tickets to the lair
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| Fucked up love, flirting with the past
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| I want right now, cognac at ten in the morning with lemon
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| I give up steaming where to sleep tonight
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| Packing bags and attacking the train station
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| Boredom, yawn, you can't be alone now
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| In the dialogue I will lose to the head, there are cockroaches
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| Fuck who's filming me when I'm dancing drunk
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| Too long for someone to live out of pity wrong
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| What will my relatives think that I've gone crazy
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| I manage my head as best I can and can
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| In order not to jump into a fucked-up noose out of boredom
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| Fuck love with a knife at the throat of my drunk in the morning
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| Fuck actions, fuck conscience, I'm tired of worrying
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| That it will hurt someone if I am myself
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| I'm tired of being afraid that I'll lose everything
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| Fuck parties, snakes are spinning, near my feet
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| Poisonous slut in the ear "licks" that I'm a god
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| Although I fucked somehow, falling asleep on it straight
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| I have 0.7 cognac, three stars, like my hotel
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| Bring her the "smell of death on your hands" cocktail
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| Me and my brother Max, with cobwebs on my eyes
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| Fuck parties, colorful movement, fucked pigs
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| The body went haywire and I'm on the emergency track
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| Shoot at my head! |
| While I'm dancing
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| With tongue today I spend my whole life (give me a bullet)
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| Shoot at my head! |
| I want to live like this
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| So that right now I'm not afraid to die
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| Shoot at my head! |
| While I'm dancing
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| With tongue today I spend my whole life (give me a bullet)
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| Shoot at my head! |
| I want to live like this
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| So that right now I'm not afraid to die
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| Shoot at my head! |
| While I'm dancing
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| With tongue today I spend my whole life (give me a bullet)
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| Shoot at my head! |
| I want to live like this
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| So that right now I'm not afraid to die
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| I am in an open area, the most closed person
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| I wear a belt around my neck, all of a sudden everything will quickly fuck me up
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| I'm in an open area, the most ordinary person
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| I'm waiting like a child lost, maybe someone will take
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| Maybe I'll get confused on the curtain, singing this line
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| Maybe tomorrow it will blow, and someone's daughter loves me
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| And the two of us knock chairs out from under our feet,
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| But we won’t notice the bitch difference, stability is nothing
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| Any future is a construction site in the air
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| Nothing shines for me, or the light was selected by gait
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| Will there be strength left to believe in something, Lord
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| Get your gun ready, I'm getting my questions ready
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| I know - it won't accumulate
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| I know - it won't last
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| I know it will close
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| I know they swung
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| I kept coming across answers in the streets
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| Discharge, please, if I don't stumble again
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| Shoot at my head! |
| While I'm dancing
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| With tongue today I spend my whole life (give me a bullet)
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| Shoot at my head! |
| I want to live like this
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| So that right now I'm not afraid to die
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| Shoot at my head! |
| While I'm dancing
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| With tongue today I spend my whole life (give me a bullet)
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| Shoot at my head! |
| I want to live like this
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| So that right now I'm not afraid to die |