Текст песни СЛОТ - Спам

At the end of the working week
As one bothered,
Just sit on your ears - do not drive away.

I turn off the sound.
Greetings from MTS SMS dull.
Only the sound of the heart.
Again, sending only climbed in the mail.

Streams cloudy spam:
Advertising, Barack Obama
And you go, too, Mom. Stop engine!

I turn off the light in response to
But someone gives me back my advice
I was as if there is trouble.
I myself find the question and answer.

The current on the wire cuts into the ears have to listen.
The information we have is trash everywhere and stupidly helpless - it's spam.

I did not order a pizza,
Inside of me beating bird
She should seek the sky, calling the wing.

I disconnect the network - offline.
My black list again more than a third.
This pulp. Goodbye.
It remains for me to fake death.

Leave me alone,
No matter who you are.

The current on the wire cuts into the ears have to listen.
The information we have is trash everywhere and stupidly helpless - it's spam.

Believe and do not believe,
In this whirlwind
I am waiting for a letter in an envelope from you.

The current on the wire cuts into the ears have to listen.
The information we have is trash everywhere and stupidly throws ...

This can be seen on the lips, of course, without a sound, he enters without knocking.
And without leaving a scar, it eats into the soul, we have to listen to this spam.