My life is a travesty,
I have no answer to the question,
Am I just me?
My profession is a tragedy, and that's my fate,
Am I just a lie?
And you,
like a king,
sit on the throne of pride,
Where is your end?
Your ego is on the verge,
Let's go now,
all hands on deck,
They're going, heavy drugs!
My music is life, and it lives me every day,
Is it her or me?
In my head is an obsession, a sure profession,
You wouldn't have her!
And your cheap phrases are *,
They're killing me like a tramp,
Your rock'n'roll is pure exhumation,
We are the next generation,
and because of this...
Wake up L.A.!
A party has begun,
The Shrimps are stolen!
And freedom came up, too.
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little is stolen
but better is stolen
and what is given is given
Slavoj Nobile!
Slavoj Noble!
Slavoj Noble!
Slavoj Noble!
Slavoj Noble!
Slavoj Noble!
Slavoj Noble!