A keresés eredménye

Let Me Live How I'm Living

Let me live how I’m living, I mean, it’s no one’s business
Ignore what they’re saying, pants to the floor, they’re hanging everyone for pennies
I’m listening to the public more and more, I’m rewarded with an onslaught of rage
I am a planetary system where there’s no room for the stars
And I feel good, underprivileged, neatly stacked in a pile
I wait for them to fuck me, to be stabbed with a knife
Chain around the neck, but linked to someone else’s line
“Caution” across the chest, danger like a medal
I stagger around, kill sadness through a bottle
The foundation is becoming damp, kill idols, we are yours
Have a look at the bottom, you’ll see the truth, that’s it
But I’m still at the beginning of this song, it’s not finshed
Look at the mirror, within you’ll see 4 faces
They’re all smiling mysteriously but know one questions anything
TV and radio run everything in the first place
Everyone hugs and loves me, but I live with 50 cents in my pocket
 
Chorus
Let me live how I’m living, I mean, it’s no one’s business
Let me live how I’m living, let everyone tell stories
Let me live how I’m living, let the tabloids write about it
Let me live how I’m living, just pay for my drinks
 
Insanity is in the air, everyone either hates or loves me
Little girls use my picture to masturbate after school
I, a dangerous troublemaker, wait for them at the bar
Drunk faggot, jealous of my own mother
I wonder where the problems are, oh mother, lucky me
I have 200 of my people, all the cretins listen to them
I’m an illegitimate artist, the leader of a tribe
Let me go, let me not exist, let them kill me like they did Lennon
Give me bombs, guns, maybe it’s better that way
I’ll kill myself, hand them over while I’m in a good mood
I’ll commit hara-kiri, maybe I’ll calm everyone down that way
Heroes are in fashion again, let the pioneers live
Then tell the stories of how I was a cretin and an idiot
Besides, how I live is none of your business
 
Chorus
 

Suicide

150 reasons for your death cretin
Same reasons for you to listen, don’t change the topic
What the fuck is wrong with you, what are you doing with your life
You’re only part of the problem, that’s the greatest embarrassment
Shutting your mouth, asshole, you can barely breath
Is the biggest achievement in life that you can sign your own name
How much can you understand me, how much do others know
While others fuck you in the ass, you’ll just dive in your tears
Brother, buy a gun, brother, buy good bullets
Kill at least one guy, don’t search for exceptions
Either way, you fucked around, you lived enough
Keeping your mouth shut your entire life, that’s when you fucked yourself
For me to draw for you on paper, what should be in your thing
Keep to yourself, fuck them all until they leave you alone
Brother, buy a gun, brother, buy good bullets
Kill at least one guy, don’t search for exceptions
They’re all the same story, all the same scheme
Another mask, no daily bread, 100 problems
Who gives a fuck about you, shut up, let them stick their hard on in you
Then kill your brother because someone else is angering you
With problems like that, I know there are no solutions
Not even 100 of us have shit, we need to prepare
Brother, raise your hand, brother, scream at the top of your lungs
Brother, there’s no battle, brother, there’s no helping you, that’s called
SUICIDE
 
Don’t run from your problems, squeeze the shit in your hand
Let it in and fuck the shit’s mother
Don’t go around the shit, don’t let it grope you
You live between shit in a country with musty air
Open the windows, borther, let’s throw out the morons
Let’s build barricades so they don’t infect our children
Who benefits from this story, who am I carrying to the top of the cock
All those who are afraid of Dr. Ivica Pasalica
What's with the small man, what happened here?
Who fucked with whom, what originated here?
Brother, raise your hand, brother, scream at the top of your lungs
Brother, there’s no battle, brother, there’s no helping you, that’s called
SUICIDE
 
You cross yourself, you look around, you choose within the mass
With crossed arms, you’re recognized by your voice
You’re just the same within this bunch of cretins
Here, no one’s clean, I know there’s no solution for us
I draw you a gun, you think I’m threatening you with death
I draw you a bomb, you think I’ll demolish your house
There’s only one feeling when you’re a part of all this
I don’t want to be here, here you have no freedom
But should you pull the trigger, they’re all there and in some way, related to you
If there was more of me, I would be for the use of methods
Use only bullets, bombs, Kalashnikovs, be a scoundrel
Palle alone in the world, be free or be no one
And what the fuck do I need when I all I have is to watch terrible people
When awful things are all you have to read, the only way to fuck is terribly
Brother, raise your hand, brother, scream at the top of your lungs
Brother, there’s no battle, brother, there’s no helping you, that’s called
SUICIDE
 

Take Drugs

Take drugs son, you have nothing to live for
Your conscience is telling you that drugs cost the least
Less than tuition, how much do you use
No matter how smart you are, you’re the last on the list
Forget ideals, here morons govern
You’ll finish school but then where will you go next
Fleeing really doesn’t make sense
There’s more like them on the outside and more Nazis
A stranger in a foreign land hungry for money
What do you expect from them, they all fuck you there?
Shoot up and don’t think about the cretin
Don’t think about children and don’t have a wife
What’s the real question surrounding the birthrate?
You give birth to children, let orphans walk the earth
Brother, the more of us the better, let us be a little China
And we take drugs when it’s not going well
 
Take drugs son, no one will pay attention
When you fuck up, you won’t do time
They’ll prepare you for the psych, give you pills
Take drugs son, there won’t be any harm
It’ll be great, you’ll be the center of attention
And you’ll get pussy since they need a delivery guy
Hit yourself already, come one, who gives a fuck
Like anyone cares about you anyways
Listen to your conscience, she knows
You’ll end up in a commune, led by a bunch of thieves
They seem like philanthropists, but they’re actually pieces of shit
Someone else gets charged, someone else’s unfortunate ignorance
No, it doesn’t matter, you’ll deal with it, laugh loudly
Kill people, but for that, you won’t do time
You’ll have privileges with a good plan
Free needles in action, to prevent HIV
That’s how it goes, this type is desired as a member of the government
Those types don’t think about it when these types start to steal
And the music festival sounds good while on drugs
Fuck techno, everyone’s tried it in techno
Everything looks so beautiful, everything looks super and
Time is relative, you live today for yesterday
You’re right, drugs are the meaning of life
Still costs less than tuition
 

981

[Target]
I'm 100% concentrated
On anything that sounds dirty and vulgar to 'niceys'
For me it's totally real cause I saw rock bottom
Underneath which there's only hell, and if I hadn't started crying then
I won't do it now either when a look cuts me in half
The line between pain and joy gets me high like winning jackpot
With a hundred thousand dollar smile and a slave's wish
To unleash myself from chains
Your soul will end up like Sodom and Gomorrah
Burn in your fire
With Babylon inside myself, I confuse others with my style
So when you plan to understand the ways of another specie
When they let you through saints' fingers while baptizing you
And I will look for the Almighty's forgiveness for creating me
Because my heart speaks to me and tells the truth
Straight into the face of the poor man fighting himself
Cause his tongue burns in the wish to speak up
While it bursts from our throats, rock it, record it, where are you, stupid
Where the hillbillies come first, not the villagers
On which faces you can see it, make a face
So I'll put you in a glass and present the wrong race
But you'll always hear confidence in my face cause I get masses up
So put your fancy ass inside an S-class and hit the gas pedal
One and one, I'm watching you the whole week
And I thirst for your blood, who'll be first?
 
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
 
[El Bahattee]
Verified information at every time every day
If you're interested, call the cocky shithead on the screen
Don't believe what everyone else says
You know they're lying, they want less records, put us back to garage
back to cellars, turn us off so no one hears
When Bahatte curses the nation, spitting and poisoning the children
I talk about our youth, composing verse by verse
If you bought an album to your kids, listen before them
I'll tell them about their grandmas, fathers, mothers
About gays, easy whores and what their grandmas think
You're the prettiest part of their world till there's no money involved
untill a younger lady comes to daddy and mother wants a son in law
Nothing is as it should be, turn this up, louder
Let mother cry, neighbor go mad, gay jump
Cause I know it all, gossip, secrets, the whole system
I'm 981 system that doesn't close it's mouth
 
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
 
[General Woo]
I'm high in a hundred ways in a pile of hillbillies
I send the signal from the hood so every ass can hear me
I represent the hood, the good and the bad too
Thins that get spent are now spent even more
there are new jobs, we became a lot of things
With loads of new shit when imagination goes on
Dealers, fuckers, smugglers, sellers
The big shots in the hood dreaming to be stronger
Bahattee and me come from the same hood
We're no longer there but we represent it from the start
Going through shit you'll never know about
We're cocky in Dubrava* when you start shitting over us
there's one truth, first you spit on us
Fucked yourself hard, cursed your mother in front of your father
And today your child wants our autograph
And it's so cool they came to look exactly ours
I know how to sign cause I finished school
I get better education with drinks and food on the table
Big dough in my pocket, garbage diggers in money
I don't give a fuck who loves and who doesn't
 
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee