Текст песни Стив Смит - Святым мне не бывать

I'm the one they call a mystery
I'm the one they call crazy
And there is no other way, I
is designed to have all the
I want it and give it to me
If I said one day,
I repeat twice more
I'll never be a saint
Dad, Mom is not it
I do not svyatoooy.
Bad is bad, bad, bad guy
We want it, we want it.
And you pay for it.
I'm not good
So I prineite toys
I want this, I want that but we do not appreciate
of this
I know how to be, I see the output
He gets whatever he wants
There is no other way!
Do not you dare tell him no
And when I want, you buy everything for me
You sluzhete us, for our purposes
In this lay loot
You want the worst?
Well, you see the worst
Because I'm the best, the best of
Worst