Текст песни Discipline - Live Like A Loser, Die Like A Hero

Lived in the light of Old Afanasy-bum
On a monkey in the vitro he was like every evening he was collecting bottles
In the basements and on the heating panels spent the night but somehow he drank another funcium and moved the old dirty knuckle hobs, come on, Athanasius, come on
Let's collect bottles, come on, let's handle
Don't be more people all spit around
When our Obustic Friend passes
I will no longer hear his hoarse Lai: "Hey, a guy, a bottle give"
Never learned to read and write
He could up to a thousand bottles daily
Come on, come on, Athanasius, come on,
Let's collect bottles, come on, let's handle
He left all his friends in this world
Cats, cockroaches and pubic lice and went to their bottle paradise Come on, Athanasius, come on, come on, let's die