Текст песни missis Garrison - блюз

well bad news
my destiny is closed, not because of protest -
there is no room left
for those who are blind and who spit in my heart cannot help but care
for those who leave traces of soles in it with dirt
for those who are with those, with others, here and there, probably out of boredom
for those whose truth burns and puts my hands down
pulls with ballast. making the sun rain. and this is the edge of the fucking edge!
don't knock - it's closed!