Текст песни Параноев - Рабочее время

Working time - no time to scatter to the winds of thought,
I raise my hands, arms raised box.
"The young man, and you do not hold the door?"
I'm coming back from foreign fields in their brackets.
I'm turning into an obedient blind Tanchiki,
Topcu boxes, 2 2, dry.
"Well? How do you like your errand boy? "
Well, like this. Fine. Nothing. Deaf.
The house is named Hypermarket, elephant cage.
Room with a window in the wall, position - pug.
Slowly but surely, it will be held here, my five-year plan.
At the heart no scratches on the shower slippery.
Radio waves try to choose carefully.
Sun forgotten graph climbs to me through the blinds.
Why not undertake, everything falls out of the hands on the floor.
Exactly at 21:00 I can crawl on humans.
Working time lived, squeezed, squeezed.
I hold a separate escalator step.
Morning thoughts basket dumped in the trash,
Brand duct tape patched a hole in the head.
Working hours took me and released.
"Russell, and this is the place for people with disabilities and passengers ..."
My shoulder width none of the car is not replaced.
The final station is the end of the working day put.

25.11.2012, appartment in the House of acetone