A keresés eredménye

I could have been

I could have been a politician
Who uses nothing but tactics in bed too
Who gets suspicious if no problems show
For whom words are just toys to play with
 
I could have been a minister1
Who doesn't joke about anything
Who can see everything in advance
But can't see himself objectively
 
I could have been a bureaucrat
A little gray tyrant
A little bald go-getter
A censor or a ticket collector
 
I could have been a railway employee
A paid free rider
One who doesn't yank the emergency brake
One who will fine you
 
I could have been anything
But I had no patience to wait it out
 
I could have been the head of the police
Who torments everyone
Who interrogates everyone
Who wiretaps you too
 
I could have been a head attorey
Who explains everything
Who incriminates everyone
Who only cares about the money
 

• 1. Not in the clerical sense but a high officer of state entrusted with the management of a division of governmental activities.

Corrupted world

I had a dream that I was a snoop
I had chutzpah more
Than enough and about this nightmare
For you some verses
I was looking after the corrupted world and
To prevent others from breathing
That was the point - honors
Was granted for me abundantly
I dreamed that I was who betrayed you
And that the slipknot was waiting for you
They waited until you became adult
And then the party was finished you
The power granted me blood-money
With both hands
In order to keep everything as it is
And prevent any change
 
The corrupted world
Was taken care of
By evil mercenaries and medals of honor
Was granted only for those
Who was a snoop, who was an informer
Who was a snoop, a cover agent
 
My Id is
3/3
My cover-name is rat
I was sitting in velvet chairs too
There was a government
Who didn't refuse me
But on me they told a parole
I dreamed that I was a mole
And I skinned you
 
I dreamed that I was who betrayed you
And that the slipknot was waiting for you
They waited until you became adult
And then the party was finished you
I had a dream that I was a snoop
I had chutzpah more
Than enough and about this nightmare
For you some verses
 

No Christmas

the product is a waste
regardless the agitation of
the star with the mouth covered with saliva
I don't need from him any
Chinese condom
silk veil from Moscow
I'm not a gay
better keep in mind
that you knock on the wrong door
for me it's too high
even the discount price
feel free to shove off
 
I don't need from him
any perfume
no matter how he's preaching
to kill a man
I have no mood
the pig slaughter is canceled
I reject the agent
I close the door
He receive no candies from me
There's no Christmas
 
No, No Christmas
I close the door
 
the man is nuts
the perfume on the fire
I don't know why he pours
my hands are clean
I have no mood
to punch him in the face
no matter how he grunts
it's hard to laugh
on the dirty stories
with toy-boys
I make no business
that's not for me