The minus is chosen in a kind way - for those who have been grabbing doba
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Praying box that beat dogma on the forehead
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Here in a country robbed of extortions, a swollen boar
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Tells me to be afraid and pray to capital as to God
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Someone believes in cob, and someone in an alcoholic combo
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When through the veins alcohol and AIDS side by side
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Stick you - try to resist the influence of boxes
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Plasma, when they go into spasmodic writhing, jarring
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Your faces, but this is more important than half a wreath
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Life is shit what in their wording is your economy class
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Here the good canon cracked like a rotten pano
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Heard about dumb indifference? |
- Yes that's it
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They spit on everything - devastation will eat the metropolis and villages
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Wanted a settled life? |
Yes, you're just an ass, damn it!
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We fight on a cutting board under knives like salmon,
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But let's remember everything, as Tokyo remembers Shoku sensei
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Who grazes the herds in office cells? |
Friday orgies
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So easily the line of status is erased in crowds of drunkards
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I'm like a foreigner lost in a foreign country
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Someone says: "it's time to leave", but for me it makes no sense
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There are no thoughts - a lump in the heads of lust and thirst to grab
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Pull apart for huts, a pack of velvets laughs
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Your goal is to plow while watching how they trample with boots and find fault
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The exploits of the past telling us that we are cattle and boors
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The world is like a cage - they shove a guilt complex into us
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Vegetables ripen in the shade without knowing other goals
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And this whole world is rotten, alas, under the fun of khanygs,
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But this does not mean that we need to lament and whine
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And these are just words, but not easy to break
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Those who do not want to moan - but the wall of silence
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And a sip of freedom is very necessary for all of us
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And like a light in the darkness the truth |