Панки в Большом Городе - Пластмассовая попса
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Bury it in an oversized T-shirt
Bury it in Levi's filth
Bury it with port, triple sevens
Bury it
Punk rock is already dead
Bury it in an oversized T-shirt
Bury it in Levi's filth
Bury it with port, triple sevens
Bury it
Punk rock is already dead
Bruises on the creaks of your arms
Wind in your hair, wind in your head
Punk rock is your best friend
But it's in the past, it's not breathing anymore
The last stroke on the strings
The last breath, the last push
Playing from dirty speakers with noise and fumes
Bury it in an oversized T-shirt
Bury it in Levi's filth
Bury it with port, triple sevens
Bury it
Punk rock is long dead
Under guitar, humming a familiar tune
A strange house party where they banned smoking cigarettes
Only on the balcony, but that guy was always hanging around there
Who tried to come on to you drunk and didn't respond
Just hung herself in diamonds
A room covered in rhinestones
Pink nail polish and posters on the wall
American style - bought it right away
Hannah Montana like Hello Kitty
In your pink hair
Gives me goosebumps, it seems
Not dirty punk rock
But plastic pop
Bury her in an oversized T-shirt
Bury her in Levi's crap
Bury her under Santo Stefano
Bury her, we don't need pop
Bury her
Let's bury her
Bury her
Let's bury her
Bury her, we don't need pop
Pop is not We need pop music
We don't need pop music
We don't need pop music