The ringing of coins will stun the poor
Changing coins will kill children
Shine of coins will paint the sky
Bright, bright red
The ringing of coins will stun the poor
Changing coins will kill children
Shine of coins will paint the sky
Bright, bright red
And I need a cache, I don't need scraps (ha)
They don't need a cache, but they are not a mother Teresa
After all, she does not suck dick in alleys and porches
To earn herbs, does not gnaw at the throats for money (what?)
You take the milf, take the freshest
For, for, you will fuck behind your back, but I'm interested
Yes, yes, yes I'm fucking, but perhaps the rarest
Maybe I'm a freak, but perhaps the most honest
This bitch climbs, but I don't need a deadline
The youngster wants money, but I do not give a loan
She climbs into my wallet, but, but it wasn't there
Transgressed away, fucked and washed off (ha ha)
The ringing of coins will stun the poor
Changing coins will kill children
Shine of coins will paint the sky
Bright, bright red
The ringing of coins will stun the poor
Changing coins will kill children
Shine of coins will paint the sky
Bright, bright red
I am thin as if Kashchei, driver, Christian Bale
And I am pale as a vampire, and I am all living dead
With me, the devil we are on you, I am an immortal anarchist
Altruist, pacifist, satanist, autistic
There are so many of them around, but I am always alone among them
If happiness is not in money, then I do not see the meaning
Quit and pussy live in the forests of Siberia
You will eat shit of pigs, treating them to your loved ones
You will spend a cache on your house, on your wife, on a mortgage
I will earn loot and lower it that evening
Braking Bad, Broken Life, I'm married on coins
Yes, I burn my life and, besides, I am immortal (what?)
The ringing of coins will stun the poor
Changing coins will kill children
Shine of coins will paint the sky
Bright, bright red
The ringing of coins will stun the poor
Changing coins will kill children
Shine of coins will paint the sky
Bright, bright red
(What?)
