Текст песни конвульсииобречённыхштукатурный - кежуал

Scooped up from dinners
Took pocket money from my mother
All for balances, polos and parkas
And finally our hero
Our petty genius
I achieved my humble casual goal
Now he walks down the street
With your head held high
Now he has the right to scream at every corner ridge-oh
And the boys from the area immediately began to respect
He was shown how to work with a knife

He deftly began to scatter the mongrel
And even if they are 8 years old, but we know that he is casual
and his mother will never say again
HOME BITCH GONE