Текст песни макулатура - будни

city ​​craziness will fill my day
subway train goes off the rail or crushes the shadow of old houses
what is the name of this day of the week in this universe
will he be the last or just another change
passport pass chair monitor office strangles
I feel old as sexually transmitted diseases by Alexander Pushkin
and I absolutely don't care about the mythical fine
for a missed plot but fear prevents you from going to shit
go to the toilet under the eyes of office women in bloom
hurt about the void holding a cigarette to his mouth
the world exploded urine touched another's urine
toilet seat and suffocate from paranoia
what number to order cleanliness and love for the workplace
I will not survive this day if I can not cause an erection
locked in a booth plunging into ice space
find another place and enter Balzac age there
relax for a second and the fat will spread out on the seats
products stir on the table of the worker on the left
two hundred rubles an hour for nothing just sit and charge
delirium of news broadcasts under the shadow of an office farting
if I come across another TV story with Medvedev
I will open with a clerical knife at the lunch break
I'll go to hell with all this brothel
neatly at noon in the middle of the work week
weekdays flowers turned inside out
torn verses meaningless novels
endless stories without a title and content
clouds will kill us longing for heroic times
I cut brake aunts in the subway to my work
it's time to give the road we are fined for an amount more expensive
than your lousy life hi I'm a seller of Kostya
something to tell you with a choice can help
fuel consumer demand instead of hatred
we are a team of nerds even at the McDonald's workers
you will not see such acne in our hearts
slaves of corporate ideas ripen and poured juice
here you can’t even sit down because it’s a sports shop
you should be as active and joyful as a nerd
radiate cordiality, but rather smile positively and graze
random bored visitors from entrance to exit
fourteen hours of torment instead of break breaks
female colleagues look like disco whores
I go out to smoke at my own risk and at the door
the cashier and three surveillance cameras shoot me
back past the gate the alarm yells someone yells
"this is it" suddenly the supervisor Petya knocks me down
they wring their hands and when the corridors end
we find ourselves at a cliff above the dump of old sneakers
you bastard violator of team spirit and etiquette
we could push you into the abyss to curse it
but you can correct me I feel says petya
you should not only dare your bosses and continue to believe me further
weekdays shit on shovel
I'm Sisyphus on the mountain from cheap knitwear
but don't push anything i'm just stuck
come see me i will never die

another terrible monday after a sleepless night
I’m moving to the factory.
security guards forgot pass in other jeans
now either a sip of water or I’ll completely dry
found in the lists for the report card 18843
although I feel like all 1984
I feel cheap like duty free products
changed into overalls, suddenly vomiting in the outhouse
colleague in hard drinking and I again for two bestiality
candy production becomes hell on New Year's Eve
children are waiting for gifts and I would have hung myself on a Christmas tree better
you believe in fairy tales less and less when you work as a loader
As always, I didn’t have time to have breakfast.
At such a pace, the teeth will take on the color of a homeless man.
Although there is no difference, just as there is no time and personal life
But there are a couple of ideas on how to go on sick leave
Form of work on the weekend voluntarily compulsory
What remains to be done to colleagues no matter how taming
The joy industry for smiles of children is not a pity
The day before yesterday, a third of the candy was pulled into the mixer
Dispose of the bosses what remains
And we won’t have time to start the conveyor otherwise with the order
Guilty will be on