Текст песни Mental Strain - 4.Fred

See, your brain splits?
I see you even like it.
You stand in shorts
And prepares a late lunch.
We talk with
Imaginary friend - a raccoon
On behalf of Fred.
He complains,
What grass is coming to an end.
Scratch tabs on your face.
Screams that you
Do not give him freedom
And stealing his ideas.
What are you not his friend ...
Yes, you really are!
Raccoon grins and reading
You notation offers
Join with him
Pare on ballroom dancing.
Like, how can gouge Gash
And that has got to eat.
Let's friend, try
Start all over again.

And you wash the dishes,
Call your mother and father.
Like, I still have not forgotten
I'm still alive, by the way.
Rip off the face of the skin,
At the week-long bristles.
You go to the store and the remnants of money
You buy the jacket.
Cleans dirt
With unknown color pants.
You go to the employment service
And you get up on the account.
Returns home
But you got there nobody waits.
Took out zagashnika
The last bun
And here in front of you is your friend, Fred raccoon:
& Quot; Well, how are you doing, buddy?
At dinner, too, that shit at lunch and & quot ;?
You look at him telly
And sent to bed.
Tomorrow look for a job,
So get up early