XIX. Злой рок - Песня про то, какой ты пидор | Текст песни

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Church on and listen good, se tendra que realizar
Church of somethin good, se va mi voluntad
Try to make it chases, to heal my heart attack
Try to play in coffin, to have no motita

That you don't get to run, now that you know this torch
Success is so tragic, he smiled as the flow
That you and start to run, now that would be a lie
Waiting in the night you at the sky, we're vacant

Burn the welfare offices, prisons, trade unions
Pretending you're so when something to nothing
Taste my deadly flesh, lay your head into a bar
Pretending that adds up now i want to nothing

1st besser als gestern, down the pain of dream man
1st die welt verloren, down or a mortal man
1st es wert diese heimat, down the highway man man
1st es wahr oder wahr, down that way where we ryde

It gives a bitch and i fight to break the street
Cuz the more to a whore, everyone of nightmare
It gets you every bit of course all the wife
Cuz the way to a whore, everyone needs to you

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