Текст песни Аналогия бытия - Среда обитания

To be aggressive
Need more mat
Need thicker arms
And a small salary
To the woman was a fool
And not clever
And the neighbors that were
noisiest
To gyrus in the brain were the most direct
Not to hang
When life in the land of snout pokes
How much is my existence
When it is on the verge
Phone Sony - Ericsson
And 200 rubles in back pocket
3 rubles on the account
Expensive to call mom
Yes and no reason to complain
Bringing in the former home of grief
Falls silent in a rag
And eat without salt
Tea without sugar , too
And friends without brains
Not even friends, but rather drinking buddies
All meetings on one occasion
If there is no money
It is better to stay at home
And do not stick out
Like an ostrich head in the sand
And easier
Endure sadness and evening
Through a screen with Medvedev meet
Or with Putin , it does not matter
These two folk artist will tell me everything
I fucking Russian
For dinner, buckwheat
As usual with bread and mayonnaise
After the Internet will climb
Watch page
Just like yesterday, and during the week
No one writes
At least what I 'm trying to convey
Did not listen and hear
The headphones are not a loose
Rhythm of life
I beg your pardon
If I do something wrong
Or contradict your profession
I do not support the ideas of the State
And for that I fuck on the lot
I hate to floss
And other topics cocks
worms society
In a rotten apple system
When held for me the process of evolution
Soon , I enter into the coalition worms
But so far only a molecule
And hungry person
Seen as a child
Which can not be defined
As when the parents divorce
In what direction
By the womb
Or by a dick stay Dad
And you do not want to offend anyone
And sit in the center of the middle
Pull the cat 's tail and rubber
Chewing gum
As tea is also sugar free
Dima dick you not life sweet
Let it be with butter
That is not so disgusting
And not so painful
If you dare to cry
Here is a white handkerchief
To be seen snot green
And did you know
What else is he the same color
Flunked ebalo with your questions
and soothe
They do not have answers
And never will be
You better write about love
That's when you can be and love
In the meantime, you still flawed guy
As a sufferer of wasps virus cocks
Do not laugh all
When the show crawling finger
Mom , save me from these complaints
Help me to become like them
At most it is impossible
I will rejoice in despair
In the transition to almost everyone wants vebat
But it is impossible
Bitch conscience prevents
And so would go boasted
Somewhere lost punctuality
At each meeting late
It is either growing up or ohuevayu
A likely time greedy
I want everything for themselves
Jam this egocentricity
Do not want to be the same uebanom
There is a desire to be realized in the person
Possibly become public
With each passing day I become lyrical
Where would do with himself
Wherever himself thrust
Which barrel bung
In some pussy by a dick
Better to poke his nose in shit
Or pissing Sneaker
How ohuevshuyu cat
Which completely squandered conscience
Kick the door
In the cold street
To appreciate the warm feelings
when fed
And the entrance to bask allowed
Pat on the hair and not against
Tosca damn occurs at home
And former owners
Reinterprets the foundations and values
That accumulate over
just hanging out
Ask a question
Maybe not all these cocks
Who surround me
Maybe it's me
Or in my upbringing
To know everything in advance
As it happened
Would do everything in the program
A non-self- studied
In others and their mistakes
Fade to a household chore
Like a fly caught in a spider web
Or adhesive tape
Which hung in the kitchen
To keep it out where you should not
And not pizdeli who do not need
Suck all the juice and thrown in the trash