Oh, Baby, it is not the time to pour tears, the time to dousise with gasoline.
You shoot yourself, you will take revenge on Hiroshima,
Naked, naked, naked, on the table a bottle of gin
My hand is in your hand, everything is ahead
But the car just moved to us.
to the sounds of law -abiding citizens
To the sounds of venerable citizens.
The gendarme came to the funeral, Tristan and Jeanne came
Witnesses of that terrible road transport collapse.
Tristan said: I saw brains on the asphalt of a blot.
Zhanna: Baby boots hung on a tall tree branch
Gendarme: a clock was taken by some Niger, removed from work on Monday,
for the inability to restrain himself from theft, addiction to Tarkovsky
and muti such as voodoo and any such witchcraft of the genus.
Unknown guest: Suler left the casino that evening,
So he has a deck from the spectacle from the sleeve.
Tristan: After all, some kind of freak managed ...
but in general:
Baby and I went for a life award
Just think about it, chief, for the Publishing Award Life
for active life and position very liberal
For the profession is outcast
for achieving in the field of own significance,
For foolishness, incontinence and other turtle soup.
Although what difference does I have a corpse and a Baby corpse.
A little to:
He began to quote himself a second before the fight with an iron dragon
the heart and stops
in tape recorders from sweets shop
Brows Bono: "" I am a dead skin
you too
God, please, return everything back
my hand is in her hand, everything is ahead
But only the car did not move to us
Total:
And the voice echoes me as if from above, well, like
like from heaven, although a canopy of candy shop
Like an aunt from a slave, the defibrillator is shaving
You switched to white light, here bribes are smooth
