Текст песни Ебучие Рога - Похороните меня за принтером

Bury me for the printer,
My blood cartridge fill,
I am like a burnt fuse,
You just remember about me

My portrait with engraving
Employee of the month
Will remain on the wall on forever
After all, I am a worker of the year,
Millennium, light year,
And let the rest are silent,
And hear my poems from your iPoda,
From decomposition inside a pine coffin,
I will help rusty from a stapler bracket,

I made them so much from work,
What collapsed from the shelf walls,
Turn off the light bulb at the system unit,
Say goodbye to me with xerox
After all, he will remember for a long time

Silhouettes of hairy ass,
And with an automatic with lousy coffee,
After all, these cars,
Were kinder to me than those mice
What worked with us side by side.