Once you're in it, you can scream all you want
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Life is one big motherfucker
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He doesn't ask you if you want to sleep next to a garbage can
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Suffocate yourself with a stick after fifteen and a half years
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Will you ever be rich?
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Whether a saint or a horned one should help you in this
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I see it in my classmates, they have grown up a long time ago
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Some are doing what they always wanted, others are screwed
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The happy ones who finished school don't even know how
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And today they are successful without even knowing how
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The less fortunate locked up in a bar, their wives gained weight
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They are not living the life they chose
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Life tied anvils to their feet
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Only the instinct of self-preservation pushes them forward
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They keep going, even if fate is often harsh
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I'm fucking proud to be seventy-six
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My classmate jardo, it all started with him
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On the way home from school with a childish freestyle
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You remember my friend and today we are all somewhere else
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I'm a rapper, he's a successful bodyguilder
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My classmate Ďuri, always a great karate player
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Today he wears a legal queer, he is a criminal
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And I know he does what he believes
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But when he catches me with a joint, I hope he doesn't shoot me
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(That's me!)
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You never know when it will come and from where |
When will your party be hanging in the shop window?
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When do you drink your last beer?
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When does this fucking life end
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And my friend El was not as lucky as others
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He had to leave Slovakia because he was doing stupid things
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Although he would probably fail a drug test
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He learned how to survive in a big Czech city
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And my classmate Kiša, no one knows what happened
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Why the bullet went through his head
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That was a man called a king
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My friend, I bawled at your funeral as a child
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He was one of my closest people
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Those who left suddenly, no one will wake them up
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Everything is fine, you sit with them for a beer in the evening
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The next day you get a message that they are no longer alive
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You never know when it will come and from where
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When will your party be hanging in the shop window?
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When do you drink your last beer?
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When does this fucking life end
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My grandmother has wanted to die for 20 years
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She will have to wait, her time has yet to come
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If it was up to me, it's already there a long time ago
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But I'm too small a man for such things
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There is someone else here who has the keys to the mixer
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And he conducts people like unsuspecting puppets
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Or is it all one big program |
Which determines when you start and when you finish
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I still have many questions, but one thing is clear to me
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Every light goes out, every bubble bursts
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And if it were to be today, I probably won't be happy
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But I will die knowing that my life was not empty
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You never know when it will come and from where
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When will your party be hanging in the shop window?
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When do you drink your last beer?
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When does this fucking life end
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You never know when it will come and from where
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When will your party be hanging in the shop window?
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When do you drink your last beer?
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When does this fucking life end
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You never know, you never know when it will come and from where
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You never know when he finishes
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You never know, damn life
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You never know when, fuck |