Карусель

Red Army dirty runs on the head lice
Viktor Pavlovich - the janitor , his shadow
Only scares basement mice day
holds pending pension cards hell itself
hopelessness understanding meanness
world, and even for nothing zhahnut vivacity
it gnaws dvornicheskoe consciousness
thoughts running around waving their hands in the search for a loan
so weird so insulting seen
his piggy bank was frigid
sobriety abyss such a surprise
the world in all his vile Diversity
his life is a bunch of stupid poebotiny
Bottoms and clean up the alien vomit
Tweaking mad dance mozgoebstva
Find the meaning of life otkalupnuv caked Karosta
Too late to try to drive the madness stall
To sort really need a lot of liquor
Only then will be able to cope
with everything from what brains melt
he will be the king and the king of the universe , in its communal
reflects on , day and night to being
residues scoop boil in humans
condemned when he is alone and dare to be
to fuck them verbally demonstrating thoughtforms
received feed thought jump by persistently
only need vodka , that was enough for the eyes
Arrange on a tree roundabout study of good and evil

these dirty body in straitjackets
scary scream drives them fear fears
ringed worm muddy fucks their cancer
standing back to each other rasprostranyabt smell
business people lead dances around attendants
monetary transactions stick in the anus brother
per dollar karma shaking in their corners
crawl on their beds fueling center in the brains of diarrhea
envy and torture in the securities market
brothers and sisters will send a messenger to hell
arrange there orgy fiesta masquerade
larvae will be as ancient Vladimir Putin
we will be happy doctor with automatic kokakoloy
will be the new god Obtain new fashion
spawn more fashionable insect monsters
butterflies on pins will be pinning
feces on devouring beauty throw
dance with business biznesvumenami
shaking in the gut yesterday shit
let's be smart Obtain tusami
majeure with cocktails in the afternoon
to brag loudly but rummaging in shit janitor
do not forget who you are muddy bastards
while you dance in a fever of madness
trying to improve the ability of ultrahigh
to squeeze the juices from the surrounding
he knows that such an abstraction in this fun
Stop ! I'll go with the carousel