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Oh, lads I feel very special today
Never I've been so sick
Sick of these frasable lick and lies
And everyone talks around
With their unfunny jokes and folks
That they always carry around

Give me a gun so I can die
Give me a gun so I can die with them

I am lying of the cold and hard asphalt
Never before I was so sick
Sick of these beautiful places
Sick of these ugly faces
That always tell me who should I love
Who should I love?

Give me a gun so I can die
Oh, give me a gun so I can die with them
To the folks all around:
That I enjoy their music, that I enjoy their tunes
That I enjoy the talks of fake love and kind nature of humanity too
That I enjoy their little whores that I enjoy their little wars
And their ironies

Give me a gun so I can die, oh die with them.

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