Run away from hell Please, excuse my smell Listen, now I'm dead Fuck my if I sad
Why You have to give You've to forgive You have to live
I can fly around Pleaced of the ground I can see my friends Frig their balls with hands
It's my funeral Ican see it all
Look - it's me in this coffin, I'm deaad All this bastards pretend as thay sad Fuck my aunt, It's so terrible sound Oh, It's me, I'm at least under ground
You know what I mean It feel like in dream You free and don't care What stuff you've to wear Come on join me my friend You'll find promised land This bastards will suck We'll newer could give a fuck...
