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Nema snova, samo lova otrovnija od olova…

Nema digniteta, nema poštenja
Očenaš i Zdravomarije su cijena oproštenja
I nema općeg dobra, samo vlastita torba i dupe
Kriminalci, a svi šute – papci
Suci, fratri, policajci
Jer su in rođaci u istoj stranci, ista banda
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama
Lipa naša silovana!

I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!

And I was drawing crazy pictures and before I was done
The pictures started pulsing like an alien lung
And I said “oh my god this is just begun”
And it was twelve more hours before I was done
We were up on the rooftop and I’ll tell you the truth
I was convinced I’d already fallen off of the roof
And these weird metal things rolling around in outta space
Were teleporting me from place to place
The last time I did acid I went insane

Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were…(pape sritan rođendan)

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains

Calm a little pint of soul

Concrete calling in the night
Filling me up with delight
And avenues I roam and I roam
But there’s one thing I learn and I go

This is my home!