Yo, two ka nineteen
Oh, two, two zero, twenty
Two, two zero, nineteen
Central tram depot is closed for repairs
And an old rusty carriage
Leaving on the left a gray building with a housing fund sign
Leaving the concrete platform
The last push
The last unequal, but already lost battle
Billboard
Saying goodbye, it sways in the wind, creaking and emitting a long howl.
Hitting the road
He passes along the rails, turning behind a bush
Sees the whole point here
Just before being sent for scrap
For scrap metal
For scrap metal
And you are like that dirty tram that was written off
You're going somewhere far away
You're going somewhere far away
The driver left the car, sending him to heaven
But I forgot to release the pedal
You fucking bitch, fuck, this is fucked up
You are that fucking tram
You are, you are that fucking tram
You're a fucking bitch, fuck (this is fucked up)
You are, you are that fucking tram
You are, you are that fucking tram
There is a subtle tremor along the rails
The wheels are knocking, bringing you back
There you and your constant lies
We're driving again, shouting to each other inappropriately
The doors are closed, the route is determined
You can't turn around and go outside
Is this the same driver or not him anymore?
Takes you into the dark, dirty cold
The inspector will come in and check the ticket.
The rain will continue to patter outside the window
Still the same dull colorless background
Here it is - the very turn before being sent for scrap
For scrap metal
You're a fucking tram
You're a fucking tram
You are, you are that fucking tram
You fucking bitch, fuck, you're the same tram
You're a fucking tram
(This is fucked) you are a fucking tram
