Текст песни Bad Company - Город грехов

B.F .:
The crowd in the city square in the morning
Seeing a young guy being stumbled
At the bus stop a pregnant lady with a cigar
Burns his stomach with a jaguar can
Loving couple pricks themselves in a vein in the park
And their children run away from cannibals
The karma of these reptiles quickly fell to a small ball
The city has gone crazy, it has bad fame
Tons of dashing ones like a tornado rod forward
Sweeping everything that gets in the way
It's funny after all when at the sidewalk
Marble stone when a client dies from a wound
Poison on the shelves of BAM people are furious
The bed is covered in blood (shot) left without a wife
The smell of stench, fumes in every hallway
Mass hysteria dead at liberty ...

Chorus (x2):
The earth has cooled, the sun has been destroyed
Neither love nor honor - only thirst and impotence
There is a sense in actions, not words
Are you ready to die? (Wut?)
It is a city of sins

Mickey:
Past areas where frost is on your skin even from the fact that you
You pass between two passers-by and in a crowded place too
Where nothing can save and there is nobody to save, you're at gunpoint
And every bum wants your body to be chalked
Cocksucker, you skidded like Ayrton Senna
You probably feel like a dog in the manger
Blood in veins freezes slowly, having seen Monday
And there is no hope at all on Sunday evening
There are only plants for sowing
And not for the sake of money, but - for someone, even Medvedev, even Lenin
No matter where you are, huh? Great, it is so everywhere.
Usually in the city of sins people do not favor in darkness
With a shovel at the ready, you climbed the veil with a mash
Maniacs with paisans opened cases with songs - don't laugh!
And to cunt to any your grief
Mass hysteria is dead in the wild ...

Chorus (x2)

Joe:
Like gray crowds of people walking in a fog
Burning with my gaze those who are weaker in the background
It's cooler than mass jihad public
'Cause your body sends bitches to be eaten
And every day very strange things happen here.
Someone is beaten in the porch over broad shoulders
Night butterflies trade their body forever
And it’s ensured that you don’t get home in the evening
Shotgun bums - the height of justice
People drooling, as if it's a prelude
And to these strange neighbors that live above me
People come in, but so far no one has come out!
Sin City - Sin City
"Have you bought tequila?" - "no" - "go piss back!"
In this nightmare there will always be someone who is satisfied
Mass hysteria dead in the wild

Chorus (x2)