Текст песни Труппа Трупов - Жвала

pus wanders down at night where it is dark and lifeless
I know in the morning he will come out with a brown lump
I’ll roll it in the palm of my hand, I’m God, I created a monster or maybe not at all
like most skolopendra people also have stinging
Yesterday I discovered such on the back of the larynx is just the beginning
soon a thin stream of poison from my mouth will fly into the fucking enemy
memory blocker el hombre in yes sable
I chew tic-tac with ebola so you don't relax
??? Tasmanian devil I got on the car while I was not singing
my everyday path is locked in the subway
Red metro line from Soviet to Russian
isn't it my trip is a monolith of symbolism
while i ride i'm sick of junk junk pants sit tight i smell like a bastard
at least I see myself so in the reflection opposite
the infamous erysipelas of confidence zero and truth in the eyes of grams per mole oh