My openwork stockings make you think of suicide You are bored of vulgar lies You're so disguised cos' I'm not a dream You wanna kill a girl inside my lacklustre eyes here you come - old-fashioned grey crowd My veins are fucked-up, made-up, filled with black blood And I'm your Frrrau Starlight Two days ago I talked to god whom I found on the bottom of my girlfriend's cunt Two days ago I talked to god whom I found on the bottom of my girlfriend's cunt
Utilize me Make six hundred cans Utilize me fully And my fancy friends If in 33 I'll still searching for end Utilize me I do as much as I can
I'm not a high-born puppy But a kind of cattle-plague for everybody And here I come - such inert & calm I'm not the one who was rude to god And he said he's really fucked up So I made a disicion to wait till doomsday Untill we'll find another donkey instead Jesus to do nothig And then at death's door we'll be sure we've done a lot And I'm ready to be donkey instead Jesus to do something And only then at my death's door I'll suppose that I've done a lot
Utilize me Make six hundred cans Utilize me fully And my fancy friends If in 33 I'll still searching for end Utilize me I do as much as I can