Our neighbor in a communal apartment is a retired cop
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He is a medal for merit, just a complete cavalier
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He carries a whistle in his pocket, well, in nature - a tyrant
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Anonymous bastard writes and whistles like a troubadour
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He once received with a stick on the crest from his wife
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Since then, he lives like in a fairy tale and dreams at night
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How the neighbors say they steal, well, but he saves everything
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And like a former, honest garbage - he guards the laws
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Chorus:
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Scribbling trash cans of complaints to the office
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Writes trash can letters to the prosecutor
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He will not come to terms with the garbage fate
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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He walks, looks into holes, don't talk, don't talk
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Last night someone hit him right at the door
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Oh, what a commotion there was in the communal apartment in the morning
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Former garbage from resentment and a heart attack almost died
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Chorus:
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Scribbling trash cans of complaints to the office
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Writes trash can letters to the prosecutor
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He will not come to terms with the garbage fate
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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In our honest communal apartment we don't steal, we don't drink
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Only garbage muddies the water, so we endure and live,
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And where to go now, the communal apartment is your mother
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They say don't touch the cop, and he won't stink
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Chorus:
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Scribbling trash cans of complaints to the office
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Writes trash can letters to the prosecutor
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He will not come to terms with the garbage fate
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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So the former garbage man lives
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An evil prankster who lived his old life
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So he doesn't live quite like people
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Retired garbage - old horseradish on a platter
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Retired garbage - old horseradish on a platter
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Chorus:
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Scribbling trash cans of complaints to the office
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Writes trash can letters to the prosecutor
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He will not come to terms with the garbage fate
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you
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You write, come on, write, and to hell with you |