Rinimal - Деньги
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Money

Cloudy morning behind the window slush and rain,
In the pocket of a couple of cents and keys with the inscription Dodge,
On the table, a bag with a boss cash,
My work collect - debts not to ask unnecessary questions

It seemed in the varnished shoes of Mr. Wallace
The poverty and fear of this metropolis was reflected
He knew about every fallen dog hair
Almost a god, with a charged colt behind a belt

Where it smells of money is not a place of conscience
Devotion has long had no vote
With the wife of the boss, our novel is already half a year as
We have enough of this money to disappear from a blade forever

Instead of calling the main office
At the supermarket, I phoned Mrs. Wallace
Today, for us both are a very important day
We will go to celebrate a new life at the most expensive hotel


(Chorus)
Money smells of blood smells later
Money loves Kopes Love the dead
Money ... this is a cold barrel barrel
Money ... love to climb into bad things


On the table is an unfinished glass of whiskar
On the floor heap of clothes on crumpled sheets
Our woven bodies burn in passion for the hundredth time
I like a beast will not let her out of my tenacious paws

Meanwhile, the porter called Mr. Wallace
Telling with whom his wife who holds her hair
I miscalculated in this dirty city
Each dog was bought wiretapping in each room

Those rose between the walls on the elevator
Whose AK number 47 their fingers are always on the trigger
A minute later the door flew down the jaw
The sounds of the shutters painfully lit in the area of ​​the skull

I remembered their faces so far plunged into the body
Nine gram lead killers
This criminal principle do not throw it
Who allowed you to feed from your hands for so long


(Chorus)
Money smells of blood smells later
Money loves Kopes Love the dead
Money ... this is a cold barrel barrel
Money ... love to climb into bad things


I woke up from a sharp loud sound
I was taken in a van in a black bag for corpses
The body burned with pain smelled with cheap tobacco
I torn the bag with the key with my last might

Nearby found the old overalls and scrap
I was burned by revenge, the desire to return the loot
Soon the car slowed down the tires creaked
The door opened the bastard broke the sternum

I ended up near the boss office
Ak picked up from the salon swallowed from the bottle William Lawson
A bag of money was lying in the passenger seat
Ha my reward for damn difficult week week

The boss and a couple of his best dogs appeared for the noise
Armed to the teeth, I fed them all with lead
I'm your bullet sliding in the shaft of the barrel
Mr. Wallace Love Money Bad things

(Chorus)
Money smells of blood smells later
Money loves Kopes Love the dead
Money ... this is a cold barrel barrel
Money ... love to climb into bad things