Song: Lisa

We will show the war, turn up the telly,
To survive for yourself, not to hear behind the wall tantrums.
This ice dip, and let the door on the two locks,
There are full, don't open it, its not coming without a call.
We all each other not related here,
After all, it is a great show, "how to reach the finish line on salary."
To walk in a circle, not to live a day here
If sitting in a chair under a blanket does not calculate to blame.