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I don't understand at times
Why do most live
Like stupid creatures everywhere
And they are the highest grade
We immediately declare this
The ubiquitous human bikot
Well, if it doesn't help

Paintball
Balls fly like in a fairy tale
Paintball
They have phrases instead of paint
Paintball
We hit the scoundrels
Paintball

We live every day on the edge
Realizing that this sweat
That flows with us for years
For someone like sweet honey
We reap the fruits with our hands
To live for us at least a year
And in the evening we begin

Paintball
Balls fly like in a fairy tale
Paintball
They have phrases instead of paint
Paintball
We hit the scoundrels
Paintball

Paintball
Balls fly like in a fairy tale
Paintball
They have phrases instead of paint
Paintball
We hit the scoundrels
Paintball
Who is to blame, we know

Paintball
Balls fly like in a fairy tale
Paintball
With words instead of paint
Paintball
We hit the scoundrels
Paintball