Лиза И Цельнометаллическое Отчаяние - Постпанкер
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That del was sad and a little empty
In pockets, including at all, not dense
I needed a movement, not just drink vodka
And through my acquaintances I knocked out the hill

some post-punk, okay, I'll see
There is a fly on the gear in the player
I leave the house, having applied as it should
hoping that the movement will also be as it should

I just want to get off and forget myself
On the gig around me all the lean faces
Learing with a leg or head in a beat sluggishly
The vocalist seems to have an epilepsy act

then he will conquer the Curtis, then wrapping it with the tsoem
yeah, fucking, it’s a pity that Dar Golem is not acting
Disgusting rotten, unbearably boring
you can not leave like this, you have to somehow take a break

I go into the make -up artist, barely withstanding the concert
The vocalist I say how beautiful the concert was
He immediately looks at me with passionate eyes
The rest of the grimace hastily run away themselves

He climbs to kiss, and I am in his width
but there is only something, fucking, loose like a decoy
And then the post -panker makes an embarrassed fuck
All he can is Bus-Bus on my cheek

Why don't post-pankers do not have?
Why do post-pankers never stand?
Why don't post-pankers have?
Why don't post-pankers do not Stit?

I leave the club in terrible disappointment
I fly through the area of ​​the uprising irritably
I move down the street with a feeling of detached
Let them go to the pussy with their music slop

Suddenly a car slows down next to me
It looks solid, Lawrader, a clear style.
The window opens, there is a bald man
Says - ride? - Voice with a rank

I agree to such an adventure quickly
Yes, and it seems like this bald guy
The dialogue easily went, says Boyko
this is usually the case when meeting at the bar

And here in sobriety - so - nice
Dear perfume and onion are very tidy
He says a popular rap musician
I understand that you have to check his talent

puts his track - well, what a fuck
Okay, anyway, with whom it doesn’t
I say, they say, great, great song
Then he slowed down - oo, interesting

climbs to kiss, and I am in his width
but there is only something, fucking, loose like a decoy
And then the reper makes an embarrassed fuck
All he can is Bus-Bus on my cheek

Well, why don't the repertians cost either?
Even the reputable whore does not stand?
Why do not have reperts from reperns?
Why isn't it worth it?

I clap the door, leaving the car
Something musicians became painful
obviously cold, returning to the club
and it seems like a concert of the group of the log house

Ligovsky 50 is not boring here
I go through the piles frozen through modes
Where is that clubshift, from the first verse?
And what the hell am I so easily dressed today.

Moving for noise, I see fun at the entrance
I rummage my eyes in search of a blue potion
I get drunk quickly what kind of cute guys
In the club, music is soft to say the same

On the stage some hell, a naked woman with a saw
In the hall, a drunken grandfather makes a break with a foot
At the head of all this with a languid look in the distance
some kind of moron defecates on the piano

Upon completion of the performance with a loving look
I roll up to a guy from a piano not intricate
He takes out a dick, I think, finally
Further, another story is no less interesting

non -trivial dancing on stage and in makeup
everything was not for nothing to get out of her comor
I did not see such a party and the Letov itself
Now I ask them to erase my pictures from the Internet

How good it is that the noise is worth it!
Thank God at least the noise is worth it!
It’s good that the Noisers still have it!