I don't know who you are
I don't know your name
But if you want to live
You better learn the game
Don't know why you're here
Ain't seen your face so far
If you don't want to fail
You better hide your scars
Make a poor man cry
The way you run your life
Make a poor man laugh
The way you run your wife
Time you hit the road
Better be on your way
Don't scream, don't shout
Three strikes and you'll be out
It's a shame I know
No chance to see the show
Fear the man, kill the snitch
Just remember life's a bitch
I don't know what you've got
I don't know your mom
But if you like your life
Then don't act dumb
I don't know where you go
And I sure don't care
If you don't want to starve
You better get your share
Make a grown man sick
The way you run your mouth
Make a grown man shake
The way you're running out
Time to hit the skids
Better be on your way
Don't shout, don't scream
Three strikes and they be mean
A shame you're right
No chance to see the fight
Be a man, fix the glitch
Just remember life's a bitch
I don't know what you see
I don't know the score
But if you don't like blood
You better close the door
I don't know how you think
Don't want to hear your tale
And if you talk too much
You're going to land in jail
Make a tall man short
To see you act this way
Make a short man puke
The way you waste the day
Time to go to Hell
Better be on your way
Don't moan, don't pout
Three strikes takes your ass out
Oh no, bad news
No chance to shine your shoes
Fear the sky, eat the rich
Just remember life's a bitch
Lyrics: Lemmy Kilmister
Music: Lemmy Kilmister, Phil Campbel, Mikkey Dee
"Жизнь – дерьмо"
Я не знаю, кто ты
Не знаю, как тебя зовут
Но если ты хочешь жить
Тебе лучше выучить правила игры
Разве ты не знаешь, зачем ты здесь?
Я уже давно не видеол тебя
Если ты не хочешь проиграть
То тебе лучше спрятать свои шрамы
Ты доводишь до слез этого бедолагу
Своим образом жизни
Ты веселись бедолагу
Тем, как ты живешь со своей женой
Пора ехать
Лучше отправляйся в путь
Не ори
Не кричи
Три удара, и ты без сознания
Стыдно, я знаю
Никакой возможности увидеть шоу
Напугай человека, убей доносчика
И только помни, что жизнь – дерьмо
Я не знаю, что у тебя есть
Я не знаком с твоей мамочкой
Но если тебе нравится твоя жизнь
Тогда, не строй из себя дурака
Я не знаю, куда ты идешь
И я уверен, что мне наплевать
Если ты не хочешь голодать
Тогда тебе лучше получить свою долю
Старика тошнит
От твоих слов
Старика трясет
От твоих проделок
Пора сесть на поезд
Лучше отправляйся в путь
Не кричи
Не ори
Три удара, и им будет не по себе
Стыдно, ты прав
Никакой возможности увидеть драку
Будь мужчиной, почини движок
И только помни, что жизнь – дерьмо
Я не знаю, что ты видишь
Не знаю, какой счет
Но если тебе не нравится кровь
Тогда лучше закрой дверь
Я не знаю, о чем ты думаешь
Не хочу услышать твой рассказ
А если ты болтаешь слишком много
Тогда твое место в тюрьме
И высокий становится коротышкой
Видя, как ты ведешь себя
А коротышка блюет
Видя, как ты тратишь направсно свой день
Пора отправляться в ад
Пора тебе в дорогу
Не стони
Не надувай губки
Три удара выбьют тебя из колеи
O, нет, плохие новости
Никакой возможности отполировать твои ботинки
Бойся неба, обожри богатеев
И только помни, что жизнь – дерьмо I do not know who you are
I do not know your name
But if you want to live
You better learn the game
Do not know why you're here
Is not seen your face so far
If you do not want to fail
You better hide your scars
Make a poor man cry
The way you run your life
Make a poor man laugh
The way you run your wife
Time you hit the road
Better be on your way
Do not scream, do not shout
Three strikes and you'll be out
It's a shame I know
No chance to see the show
Fear the man, kill the snitch
Just remember life's a bitch
I do not know what you've got
I do not know your mom
But if you like your life
Then do not act dumb
I do not know where you go
And I sure do not care
If you do not want to starve
You better get your share
Make a grown man sick
The way you run your mouth
Make a grown man shake
The way you're running out
Time to hit the skids
Better be on your way
Do not shout, do not scream
Three strikes and they be mean
A shame you're right
No chance to see the fight
Be a man, fix the glitch
Just remember life's a bitch
I do not know what you see
I do not know the score
But if you do not like blood
You better close the door
I do not know how you think
Do not want to hear your tale
And if you talk too much
You're going to land in jail
Make a tall man short
To see you act this way
Make a short man puke
The way you waste the day
Time to go to Hell
Better be on your way
Do not moan, do not pout
Three strikes takes your ass out
Oh no, bad news
No chance to shine your shoes
Fear the sky, eat the rich
Just remember life's a bitch
Lyrics: Lemmy Kilmister
Music: Lemmy Kilmister, Phil Campbel, Mikkey Dee
& Quot; Life - Shit & quot;
I do not know who you are
I do not know your name
But if you want to live
You'd better learn the rules of the game
Do not you know why you're here?
I no longer videol you
If you do not want to lose
Then you'd better hide their scars
You are brought to the tears of the poor fellow
Their way of life
You rejoice bedolagu
How do you live with your wife
It's time to go
It is better to hit the road
Do not yell
Do not cry
Three strikes and you're unconscious
It is a shame, I know
No opportunity to see the show
Frighten people, kill the informer
And just remember that life - shit
I do not know what you've got
I'm not familiar with your mom
But if you like your life
Then, do not build a fool of yourself
I do not know where you're going
And I'm sure I do not care
If you do not want to starve
Then you'd better get your share
Sick old man
From your words
The old man shakes
From your tricks
It's time to take the train
It is better to hit the road
Do not cry
Do not yell
Three pin, and they will not in themselves
Shame on you, you're right
No way to see a fight
Be a man, to repair the engine
And just remember that life - shit
I do not know, what do you see
I do not know what account
But if you do not like blood
Then you better shut the door
I do not know what you're thinking
I do not want to hear your story
And if you talk too much
Then you belong in jail
And getting high Shorty
Seeing how you behave
A shorty pukes
Seeing how you spend your day napravsno
It's time to go to hell
It's time to you on the road
Do not moan
Do not inflate sponge
Three hits will knock you out of the rut
O, no, bad news
No way to polish your shoes
Fear of the sky, the rich obozhri
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