Текст песни Padla Bear Outfit - THE SNAKE

whistling grated flesh member
things of which ooze change
I would love to endure
parents leave the children began to grow old
vile bend
I born to play
the road to the little credit stinks
the wind whistling in the street too
understand the threshold smelled like a flower
wanted to leave could not find the legs

this time the walls of the concrete desert
Every minute is cut into zones
around midnight severed like
sugar head kicked in transition
I think about what the proud and
I do not despise, I'm in a hurry
ass amenable to the compression arms
for us in this circle closes
desert revolved over his head
I fell asleep on the floor enjoying himself

Barbie-size pink door
every stroke softens your heart
hymns of the last century
what difference you rubber rider
or stabbed or go away
whether it beats forward either beats behind
throats parched intellectuals
their wet thoughts excite only old
I fell asleep at the wheel was born on the beach
This one I do not even remember

epigraphs of the phrases we burned at the pier
because it was not even the beginning of the
because you're screaming at me again
but the wind ripped all words beginning
in the desert, we are born in the desert will come in handy
everything just stopped us yet fear
I'm afraid to be such a simple
so that where there was a house remains a house
Get the smell of politics Freshener
It is not a judge but no more than a spectator