Song: Homeless
Hey guys, as you drink the wine,
Me bottle you leave in one.
Pity you poor bum.
I have them in the bag carefully put.
I'll take them tomorrow to the collection point.
I for 60 cents give.
I buy a loaf of bread and cheese,
To hunger not to stretch my legs.
Ah, post, people, me, for Christ's sake.
Not nice my life, I'm tired of it.
Help, a passerby sweet, dimes,
Have pity on me, over the poor man.
Oh, let me go, comrade Sergeant.
I'm just a Soviet bum, not punks.
I did in fact bad to anyone.
So what I take, I do not understand?
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MegaMozg 31-12-2018 / 07:03
And I'm the bull up, bitter smoke long,
Smoke and get DOMO-Oh.
Don't pity me, I live well,
Hunting only to eat sometimes.
And I'm the bull up, bitter smoke long,
Open the hatch, climb DOMO-Oh.
Don't pity me, I live well,
Hunting only to eat sometimes.
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MegaMozg 31-12-2018 / 07:02
I'm digging in the garbage, like a worm.
Since childhood my life is awry.
Manhole my door,
But I'm happy in its own way, trust me.
Twenty years ago burned down my own house.
Documents, money - all burned it.
And now I beg for twenty years -
Who needs an old, useless grandfather.
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MegaMozg 31-12-2018 / 06:05
