Brother, sister , we pussy
We are here until morning bow water ,
Yes, smoke from a bucket
Look around : a pile of bodies, tucked away in the trash
Smell Urbana heels there , the cops on the heels of
Here people live in an anthill
From Monday to Monday, the final wait
Stir up a revolt and , if not vebut
Head grow here , this is now Krut
Here, evil clown tough otmochite
Neighing and let himself into the cops throw bricks
We are a family not Flintstone , and Capone
Give up the microphone to us , we're surrounded by Masons
These tanks to fight against Babylon
Do without struggle, crush well as insects
All who are with me , I will ask on board
And , in the end, I was tortured fucking teleport
Now tell me, what do you see
In these beds wilted flowers
My eyes cut acrid smoke
We want to fly , but as long as we raise the wings
Strange world with strange people
By strange blyadmi for wooden rubles
It fell in my pocket krapali
Set it come on, it's time to burn them
I was not surprised , every day - a thin thread
There is no desire here to rot , you know , I want to do
Sky spat snow on the ground, it is dormant
And will the people bed , I climbed up all then
At the bottom of the house , wires , volute , water
Couple Napas - I almost cleaved
I play with a bong as a body mutil bang
Music to your ears , (...)
Clouds of smoke are drawn to the clouds , like me, this is not an article
Now tell me, what do you see
In these beds wilted flowers
My eyes cut acrid smoke
We want to fly , but as long as we raise the wings
