Текст песни Pubic Mohawk - Моральный Урод

A moral monster

You were born in this country.
You did not know about kindness.
Personality is your moral monster.
Crush of people is rushing you.

You despise the poor,
If only money grab quickly.
You are limited and very cruel,
He sold his mother's bank account.

Your religion - it's money
Your faith - a bank account
Your desire - more power
And instead of love - dirty calculation

Behaving low and it is a pity,
Words are empty as a simple beeper.
Your woman known bitches
With the money you conducted these fools.

The terms of your riches,
For them, we are like on a platter.
To live until we are allowed to,
And you want your life break