Текст песни Partybreaker - Мистер Труп

Your boss - the buyer in the labor market,
And the time-item that you desire to sell.
For the comfort perspective poterpet- couple of years
The cynical logic floss with M7.

Office servant, corporate vassal?
Demiseason goods resistant rose!
Say goodbye to freedom, which is not known
Time for money - the deal is serious.

For a handful of coins sell their labor,
The right to live and dream.
Flying the year, labor sprouts
Already visible - you only resource
For a handful of coins sell their labor,
The right to live and dream.
After a year, there is no you,
You only resource, Mr. Corpse!

Money - not the goal, but the key to the door,
To dare, to think about what did not dare.
Money - not the goal, but the key to the door,
And so, the money is there, but where are your doors?