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Tsoy Division - Mother Disorder

The soldier was walking down the street
Back home and saw those guys
„Who is your mother, boys?”
He asked those ones

Mother anarchy Father glass of portwine! Mother anarchy Father glass of portwine!
All of them in leather jackets,
All of them are tall.
the soldiers wanted to pass by,
But it was not easy at all.

Mother anarchy Father glass of portwine! Mother anarchy Father glass of portwine!
A pretty jolly joke
The kids played on the soldier
They painted him with red and blue,
And forced to say the dirty words

Mother anarchy Father glass of portwine! Mother anarchy Father glass of portwine!