Каналья

Rascal , you called me ,
Fingernails scratching back under which dirt
On the roads of the Civil War

Rascal heels kissed me
Censored - clubs
As high-grade filth
Handed their maiden dreams

Pr .
You are a child of sewage belching civilization (2 - fold)

Rascal , my face ottoptala
Three crutches and prosthetic leg on the fifth
Backwards not blurred because the last century

Rascal , I washed you socks
Gritting his jaws
Mouth saliva dropping on the chum
With the body of an unknown man us

( solo)

Pr .
You are a child of sewage belching civilization