Текст песни F.P.G. - Панк не сдох

To you, chewing everything that shit anal pops in you
To everyone who cares, not the essence, but the pop star's ass shape
To the mouth of a staring pop star catching every sweet sigh
Fuck you in the drawbar, so as not to happen, with the epigram -Punk did not die!

Every day, from year to year, pop sound puts pressure on my ears
Howls of whores, trendy positive bitches
Those who cover dullness with a mask of pseudo-beauty
And the lack of talent - the elasticity of the pussy

You dreaming of becoming a super pop star
I will give one advice to everyone - suck the bourgeoisie
And then, in an instant, even if you're a moron
If you have money, you will become number one

Show business pours seed into the bosom of pop cunts
And a new star crawls to replace
And while the cunt gives birth, show business is booming
Poisoning bastards life, punk never dies
Punk is not dead!