Singer: Cream band. Page 4

I'll break the bunker below
To give you flowers.

Believe me, I am ready to become for people entertainment.
Your serious life is a big mistake,
But take thee, brother, food for thought,
And, knowing me, will begin to feel contempt
For obscene, obscure,
Nasty, wild (EW) deletepathname -
All of this is our lives on the heap
I only allow myself to voice it;
And because I hate everything.

I was guilty that your friend Miley your stupid
Guitar my twangy drill, drunk APR,
Heaven watercolor, grass, bed?!
Well, wait your plans for your children together, as...

Girls love with their ears, the boys hate eyes,
Do not hesitate to reward the kicks and punches
For my long tongue, but in fact the guilty -
A bunch of cliches to me an air of saliva.

While circumstances will not fasten on me, as the collar on the dog
I'm just in their band!
And because I hate everything!

I - ham! Ask the old ladies at the entrance:
Want tooth give, they will say that I don't belong here.
Exactly the same as you.
House think I'm crazy; it never occurred in the yard of the kid,
I'm not a quitter, not gay and not weird
I'm just a musician.

No Olivier and no pyureshki,
Only beer and nuts.
No life, no friends,
Everything is simple and beautiful: "Hey, Hey, Hey!"

I shit on you and your hypocritical face:
As the sheep herds every year you have to huddle!
Invent plans, contests and other nonsense;
Active little people, I send you heartfelt greetings!
31 I-th log on the incentive
Abaffy Bloodseeker and saultry Ricky.
My Ukrainian New year I'll spend
And all my friends I wish to burn in hell.

The glue itself ad
I need the maiden's caress,
And stand on Central Avenue
Will build the girls eyes.
Dude, Oleg, conservative gentillesse.
Take it to him at night, he will delight your dumpling.

Girl named Masha loves a boy named Sasha.
A girl named Olga wants to sail down the river on a gondola.
A girl named Inna in the morning, eating tangerines.
A girl named Dasha believes that without eyebrows she's beautiful.
Why is the song I sing? My soul is sick,
What all these girls don't care about me.

Designers from meat and bones
Details folded, lying at night in bed.
In addition to program primitive no idea
These designers are so not like people.
The heart beats, swollen with blood,
Every designer is doing a good job.
God, I feel sick in the process unsightly
But that's the way it looks without love.

Your beauty is just the shape of your skull;
And it looks like a skull, which we in the clips shown on the TV.
Its nice to keep as the prize to look at him in the evening.
And they are nice to possess, but love it still nothing.

Your beauty is just the shape of your skull.
And I fell for her and was a complete fool, yet believed her.
We're attracted to the muscle tissue, bones, mammary glands.
All those details that are beautifully made, but made without a soul.

I'm a young mommy, I want to tell everyone:
In contact, instagram will feed a litter.
Look how cute and pretty toddler
Let the salivating and lies, and I enjoy it so much.