Текст песни Беломорс - Бог шлагбаума

Born in 1970, in the city of Vyatka
Daddy sheaf, mother milkmaid
On the Komunarka collective farm
Saturday bed
Then the dance floor
Life was not sweet, not bright
Diesel fuel was constantly running out.
Fuck!
Every day a local fucked to school
I ate potatoes, chopped wood,
Didn't drink Pepsi-Cola
Later I got hooked on haloperidol
Scored on the Komsomol, became frostbitten, angry
Parents fucked for days on the farm
Bukhali adovo - acetone, dichlorvos, kerosene, dinaturate Fathers' brother came to the cement truck
In suspended animation
Hell was beginning
Covered with faces in manure
After the eighth trip, in the city of Cherepovets
Studied for a sheaf, like dad, shnyaga fucked
By blueprint, I got in touch with Zinka, the lineman from the station near the house, fucking
He brought fucking into the house. Father got into a pose, mother - in tears. They say, they say, you've lost your son?
It weighs a centner, is sick with tuberculosis
Fucking a princess!
Her teeth are rotten, she belongs in the grave!
Furuncles with a fist!
In short, the ancestors did not like Zinka.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fucked up.
Fac.
At the end of the eighties he joined the army.
We were shaking for three days in Makhachkala.
I, of course, remembered Zinka, leaning my fucking face against the glass
Cassette player, Mirage, Gaza, Aria ..
Got fucked a couple of times
Everything is according to the script. It was fun, we got drunk.
They talked about the broads.
Further - the training, the charter, the oath, hazing Stroevaya inexorably made me a man:
In winter, he mined asphalt, flattened his scum, received a medal for courage in a fire,
The rest disappeared in a drunken stupor ..
Demobilized in the 90s, near Grozny,
Everything was already serious there.
They offered an extra deadline, but returned to the collective farm
We were drinking for a month, Zinka had kidney failure
All have alcoholic psychosis, bloody diarrhea.
They conceived the eldest daughter ..
And the union was gradually covered with a dick,
It became clear - fucked up is inevitable!
The cattle is dead, the sowing is gone,
I got a job as a stool sorter
They paid little, mostly with the same feces,
He left with a scandal.
As a result, in short, the picture is as follows:
No work, Zinka to give birth,
I'm drinking
Such an alignment.
And then the brother misled the fathers:
Brought butyrate - Vivat!
Further in the fog, I remember separate fragments: The gypsies are singing, they fought with someone,
Someone's eyes in the closet, ran into
Again a fight, trying to fuck in the ass
Unfamiliar snouts
Choi on the poster, bitches here!
Brains on a shovel!
I'm running, the cops are closing the distance, I'm climbing the embankment Familiar station
I operate on the machine:
I jump on the way into the freight train, the otkhodnaya begins to Sleep.
The level of the substance falls in the blood.
I open my eyes, morning.
Yaroslavsky railway station. Moscow.
Fuck!
This is how I ended up in the capital
Got a job in security
I'm standing in the hospital
Black robe, mittens
I open the barrier for important birds ..
There are a million of us!
From Niva to Tunguska
We are the guards!
The salt of the Russian land!
We stand at the facilities around the clock
At schools, gas stations, shopping centers ..
Are you saying we're fucked up?
But suck it!
We are security!
Close your mouth and you don't have to fuck!
Here I decide who to let in!
You say I look like Down?
Shit - you!
And I am the god of the barrier!
God of the barrier!