Текст песни вы соглашаетесь - браконьеры

faces of concrete boxes,
acne-covered Korean conditioners,
before you were timid before them,
now you consider yourself a poacher in this stone jungle.
you get spam in icq from long-deleted contacts.
remember the profile and history of correspondence.
the last message I quarreled with her in the trash,
now she's asking to go through the wet pussy link.

eye barricades and brain defenses.
no need to waste time on other people's photo albums.
Who do you think he looks more like mom or father?
for me, he looks more like any other baby.
hey lance raise your hand
and say something patriotic.
we will return right after the advertisement,
take care, love, behave yourself.
join the national front, vote for a just cause,
buy regular powder, prepare your body for summer.

smoothly as object insertion
music has long become leftovers
acrid thorns inside the sweater
conventions rallies
half dust, a pitiful piece of the century
instead of a century, a penny coin
death on football is a comet
drowning ambulance yacht
inside yourself, without a ladle
on Apollo, they missed everything
but not a word was spoken
three quarters of faith,
the wind is in my left sock today
the conveyor carried over the horizon
resettle all Jews behind the ozone layer
no equal, stupid like belief in karma
fill the feeder with poison for the evening
i hate stupid women
but it doesn't make it any easier
three quarters pregnant
fiend of humanity
nothing is finite.