Текст песни IFK - Я не хочу состарица в этом аду со штрихкодам на лбу

Put on your best stuff
Trademark outside.
If you potryasesh fist
They believe in a miracle.
Patented missionary
World Church hotdog
For the week managed to draw
10 thousand freaks!
It is not a person
With soul to the machine
Step in the new century
Approximate Buyer
The script for multfilma -
The standard model,
Son of a bitch, do not smile,
Maybe - this is your last day ...
Give me a hand,
I do not want
To grow old in this hell
With the bar code on his forehead.
No more words,
Your community desires
It was the community of slaves
Generates adrenaline
Silly teenager.
It is the screen one by one,
Soaps are flowing into infinity.
Studios in every family -
Incubators thugs
And he tells the crowd about it
The curve of the monkey, not Mayakovsky.
Bent between the walls,
As a quadriplegic, sterile mannequin
Approximate consumer.
Control through corporatism,
But no one recognizes
That this is fascism:
The package convenient for them
Sell ​​your lies,
To you forever silent.
Enjoy salary
Eat and drink of these hands.
Your soul ate dollar
This fucking spider.
The era of disinformation must
Ever end,
And we'll come back,
To spit on the ruins of an open society.
Give me a hand,
I do not want to grow old with a chain around his neck and gagged.
No more dreams:
You fell asleep among the illusions,
Now wake up among the tombs!
The pyramid grows and grows,
Suppressing protest dissatisfied.
At the tomb of freedom rust skate board ...
You stayed obedient child.
They bought you,
They killed you.