Текст песни Кот ПРО - Злые шутки

Every time I open my eyes in the morning, I do not want
To fate played a joke with me as with society
Who met me every day
But I do not see people I only see a solid shadow
How many? Hundreds? Thousands of the missing souls?
Seeker satisfaction for the body fell into the wilderness
And barely had already seen images of,
Which have become the laughing stock of drug addicts, alcoholics
Tic-tac-toe on the set of his life
The victims of dirty tricks slipped to the lower layers
During the day for them - a search for the parish
And as the years pass while waiting for death
Each new dose - something like a holiday
But not everyone survives even to tridtsatnika
As practice shows - it is not curable
Doctors can only open his eyes a little wider
Reduce the body's need for poison
Hunchback grave, grave and only correct -
Folk wisdom says ...
The fate of dirty tricks and no one ever will not forgive!

Evil joke - the price paid for your gait
Evil joke - how to survive the next day?
Evil joke - people like dogs hunted in the booth
Wicked jokes - from them terribly, terribly from them ....