so my little children, this is a story about a fellow who decided to begin a new and a better life since Monday. he wanted to give good everyone, join charity, even help old ladies crossing the streets... so he opened his eyes in the morning and...
monday came after glorious weekends fuckin cat shited into my sneakers no pleasure and no money, entire round running And you asking yourself:
What a fuckin day? hey!
day by day dipping deep in this system my brain needs so much more fuckin assistance time is up i must offer resistance, tear a vicious circle for i really can feel all right
rednecks steal my money they're happy and think it's funny all right, i call the police instead of help they take my drug analysis fucking tired of endlessly violence outdoors i think in the silence:
What a fuckin day? hey!
you might be wondered what came further my little listeners with no money but with traces from the handcuffs on his hands our hero saw an old woman near the roadside trying to cross the street this could be my last chance - he thought he came to her, took her hand, smiled, took a step forward...
creaking breaks, broken glass, now my way is done there's no fear and my soul's heading to the clouds now i'm here, now i'm free, can't believe it's true knock the door and get in - all i have to do
-let me pass through the gate of the paradise. i was good and i was to be clarified -ok, man, there's something we can assume! then i opened my eyes in my room