Will the sun today , but , you see, here the order is -
The pace is sustained , will just a little hung over and tending to decline ,
I would like to look smooth and shaved , and you still dented and exhausted ,
Smeared slate pencil insomnia .
Beggar 's true - white with black , evil house ornament cracks
Reconverted to the ears of the city, only to realize the important things .
Look, this town do not care about your invented ills
Look, this town do not care about your troubles invented .
Do squeeze Lath heart, yes you see here this procedure -
The pace is sustained , squeeze well , a little scared again and maybe more , but struggles .
And look good and can be washed , but where's the catch ,
when the soul is broken hands and teeth knocked out ? Everything else - the convention.
Beggar 's true: get up early , to hell with the colors of white and black enough .
Again today , your mother , we become the eyes of the city.
A lot of work , even death upset does not have time to sharpen the scythe
One joy - everything that has ever built - all subject to demolition .
Look, this town do not care about your invented ills
Look, this town do not care about your invented ills
Look, this town do not care about your invented ills
You see, in this world and do not care about your troubles invented
