Текст песни Анджей Бжезинский - Тяжелый труд полицейского

I'm afraid one
strange things in my head
too early to retire
these streets need order, escort

from work to home
in a dream or in a coma
Write down or remember
Each home must be accompanied by
Each home must be accompanied by
of pussy and to the grave

sirens in the area
again not easy to Ford Victoria
the old town through the sleeping facilities
or you're already dead or are you still on the wanted list

old cop as befits all fuck
my Colt ready
you at gunpoint uebok
this is not a joke, I fully
right now, and serious hair
on my arms stand on end
although there is not cold

but increasingly I hear voices
they call me to sit down on a chair
by electricity

and the sun shines brightly in the sky
the latest salvo will not be tears of the widow:
the way he chose

but there I was a dick powder
forever snub gate
hungry criminals to
the prison
I have so much stuff I can fucking geeks as concrete walls allow
holstered my proven ready sidekick
I brought them so much pain that the devil, Hitler and the Impaler
on the light of my dream in addition to icon
Only about my gun
my gun