Текст песни Хомячки без голов - Пушистая Катя

At the shelves of supermarkets hustle , hustle in bars ,
Although this year is no longer on the nose as a wart .
Mouse hole to dig the floor ,
The person in the house opposite a white frame glazing as Polaroid .

Wild landscape , outside buhie cries - courage,
It does not go hippies buy vintage boutique ,
If the wiki zadash : & quot; Canning Town & quot ;, throw as much
Article that complete ass here - Nicki Minaj .

And sdohshy year flying into a bucket of waste , working with income
At the funeral home finds.
I burned bridges without giving them cool , forgot disgrace and shame ,
As a convent . Tell me, how can I be cheerful ?

You're all fine nature , is not it?
You'd only of film , Cana , loud performances
And in my komorke icons on the shelves and pentacles ,
To finish I need whips , Japanese and tentacles .

I climbed finds
And even if there damn,
Cross over the hump ,
Getaway - taboo
God knows who ,
Reading the text Vagabund ,
Until it finds a place in the coffin .

I climbed finds
And even if there damn,
Cross over the hump ,
Getaway - taboo
God knows who ,
Reading the text Vagabund ,
Until it finds a place in the coffin .

Around hanygi , sounds of fighting , screaming,
In the yard, like cats, proshmygivayut huckster ,
Darkness, glare from the wall winks Pak Biggie ,
McDuck and whitefish , yet one of the final chapters of the book .

What assholes promise - do not believe ,
After all, life is short, full of suffering , ends in death .
And I understood everything - neither one nor the other .
Smoke - all married , settled down , resigned , washed away .

I was waiting on the graveyard hell dice ? Oh, come on .
As the bone was an agnostic ,
Rage became like the Gnostics.

I went into a symbiosis with the marsh,
How Inat with a raccoon , the Senate with the Synod , the cathode to the anode .

I know I do not have the self-organization ,
After all, I can only complain and snap .
Everywhere dust and insects ..
If I had studied the people, then I would be Parasitology .

I climbed finds
And even if there damn,
Cross over the hump ,
Getaway - taboo
God knows who ,
Reading the text Vagabund ,
Until it finds a place in the coffin .

I climbed finds
And even if there damn,
Cross over the hump ,
Getaway - taboo
God knows who ,
Reading the text Vagabund ,
Until it finds a place in the coffin .

I did not do a damn thing ,
I just lived and children
Draw a chalk on asphalt
The outline of the body.

Someone else will go for a walk with a horde up the garden ,
Dunns Mortdecai , bony invite to paso doble .

I am told that I am writing as Smokey Mo
Some hints , they say, you tyagomotnoe than Pokemon
With a kick in the silent movie or Beat prose,
Dick knows , a bit confusing thoughts as Prozac .

I climbed finds
And even if there damn,
Cross over the hump ,
Getaway - taboo
God knows who ,
Reading the text Vagabund ,
Until it finds a place in the coffin .

I climbed finds
And even if there damn,
Cross over the hump ,
Getaway - taboo
God knows who ,
Reading the text Vagabund ,
Until it finds a place in the coffin .

I climbed find ...
In rapid 'll get ...
Yes I have grown up in hell ..
Stress, I'm drowning ...
Everest Kathmandu ...
I'm under each of the heavens vagabund ...
Sick as a bride toastmaster ...
Achilles ' heel ...
Places on the board ...