Я - мартышка среди шимпанзе;
Вместо крови по моим венам льется бутан, и я ухожу, чтобы порвать с наркотой.
Пластмассовым взглядом раскрашиваю овощи из распылителя -
Корм для собак, мужские колготки.
Убей фары, ставь на нейтралку:
Охваченный пламенем автомобиль, в котором сидит неудачник, -
Малышка, пререкормленная витамином D, в салоне "Рено".
Два сиденья, поэтому мы спим на двухместном диванчике.
Говорят, будто мне грех жаловаться, -
Что там? Брак по залету, пятна на майке.
Не верь всему, чем дышишь -
Рукава перепачканы, назначен штраф за нарушения правил парковки.
Так побрейся молотком в темноте,
Спрячь талоны на питание и сожги трейлерный парк
(Давай!)
Soy un perdedor** -
Я лузер, детка:
Так что же ты не убьешь меня?
(Картечью из двустволки)
Темные силы из идиотского кошмара -
Запретили все песни в фальшивой газовой камере.
Но у кого-то - обходительное поведение, у кого-то - флаги и лозунги,
А у кого-то есть палка, которой он заталкивает соседа в чемодан.
И телеповторы, и дешевый кокаин,
И дерьмовые песенки известного барда -
Его б да повесить на гитарной струне.
Дай по шее индейке, голубиное крыло безвольно повисло.
Ты не сможешь писать, если не умеешь внятно излагать свои мысли.
Купи мяса, организм просит мяса, организм просит ненависти;
Мое время - воск, что капает на термитов,
Задыхающихся осколками.
Soy un perdedor** -
Я лузер, детка: Так что же ты не убьешь меня?
(Побалдеть с сырным соусом)
Soy un perdedor** -
Я лузер, детка: Так что же ты не убьешь меня?
(Ворваться в чужое тело)
Вниз, вниз, вниз...
Я.
Я - водитель, победитель, знаю, скоро все закончится...
Я отказываюсь верить тебе.
Sprechen sie Deutches***, крошка?
Понимаешь, что я говорю?..
*Текст песни, выдержанный в сюрреалистическом стиле, нарочито сложен для понимания
**Я - неудачник (исп.)
***Говорите ли вы по-немецки? (нем.)
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
Yo. cut it.
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I rodedrep nu yoS
[You can hear hear it if you reverse it.]
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m I am Martha among chimpanzees;
Instead of blood, Bhutan pours on my veins, and I'm leaving to break with drugs.
Plastic look paint vegetables from the sprayer -
Food for dogs, men's tights.
Kill headlights, put on a neutral:
Flame-covered car in which a loser sits -
Baby, embedded with vitamin D, in the "Renault" cabin.
Two seats, so we sleep on a double sofa.
They say that I am sin to complain, -
What is there? Fresh marriage, spots on T-shirt.
Do not believe everything that breathe -
Sleeves are perepacks, a penalty is appointed for violations of the parking rules.
So smashed by a hammer in the dark
Hide the coupons for food and burn trailer park
(Come on!)
SOY UN PERDEDOR ** -
I am a lizer, babe:
So you will not kill me?
(Cable from double bastings)
Dark forces from the idiotic nightmare -
Forbidden all songs in a fake gas chamber.
But someone has adequate behavior, someone has flags and slogans,
And someone has a stick, which he pushes a neighbor in a suitcase.
And televisers, and cheap cocaine,
And shit songs of famous bard -
It would hang on a guitar string.
Give along the neck turkey, the pigeon wing was limlish.
You can't write if you do not know how to clear your thoughts.
Buy meat, the body asks meat, the body asks hatred;
My time is wax that drips on termites,
Drying fragments.
SOY UN PERDEDOR ** -
I am a lizer, baby: So what do you not kill me?
(Bear with cheese sauce)
SOY UN PERDEDOR ** -
I am a lizer, baby: So what do you not kill me?
(Break into someone else's body)
Down, down, down ...
I.
I am a driver, winner, I know everything will be over ...
I refuse to believe you.
Sprechen Sie Deutches ***, baby?
Do you understand what I'm saying? ..
* Lyrics for Surrealistic Style, deliberately complicated for understanding
** I am a loser (IS.)
*** Do you speak German? (it.)
In The Time of Chimpanzees I Was a Monkey
Butane in My Veins and I'm Out to Cut the Junkie
With The Plastic Eyeballs, Spray-Paint the vegetables
Dog Food Stalls with the Beefcake Pantyhose
KILL THE HEADLIGHTS AND PUT IT IN NEUTRAL
Stock CAR FLAMIN 'WITH A LOSER AND THE CRISE CONTROL
Baby's in Reno With the Vitamin D
Got A Couple Of Couches, Sleep On The Love-Seat
Someone Came in Sayin 'I'm Insane to Complein
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
DON'T Believe Everything That You Breathe
You Get a Parking Violation and a Maggot on Your Sleeve
So Shave Your Face With Some Mace in the Dark
Savin 'All Your Food Stamps and Burnin' Down The Trailer Park
Yo. Cut It.
Soy Un Perdedor
I'm a Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me?
Double Barrel Buckshot)
Soy Un Perdedor
I'm a Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me?
Forces of Evil On a Bozo Nightmare
BAN ALL THE MUSIC WITH A PHONY GAS CHAMBER
'Cuz One's Got A Weasel And The Other's Got A Flag
One's On The Pole, Shove the Other in A Bag
WITH THE RERUN SHOWS AND THE COCAINE NOSE-JOB
The Daytime Crap of the Folksinger Slob
HE HUNG HIMSELF WITH A GUITAR STRING
A SLAB OF TURKEY-NECK AND IT'S HANGIN 'FROM A PIGEON WING
You Can't Write If You Can't Relate
TRADE THE CASH FOR THE THE BEEF FOR THE BODY FOR THE THE HATE
And My Time Is A Piece of Wax Fallin 'on a Termite
WHO's chokin 'on the splinters
Soy Un Perdedor
I'm a Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me?
(Get Crazy with the Cheese Whiz)
Soy Un Perdedor
I'm a Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me?
(Drive-by Body-Pierce)
(Yo Bring It On Down)
Soooooooooyy ....
? Em Llik uoy t'nod yhw os, ybab resol a m'i rodedrep nu yos
[You can Hear Hear IT IF You Reverse It.]
(I'm a driver, I'm a Winner; Things Are Gonna Change I CAN Feel IT)
Soy Un Perdedor
I'm a Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me?
(I CAN'T Believe You)
Soy Un Perdedor
I'm a Loser Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me?
Soy Un Perdedor
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