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Kispál és A Borz
Ògy Asztal Tv
Jövõµ Jöv Lövõ
The machine I hijacked will be released
à And if he stops, I'll get out, stepping over my victim,
I'll blow into the still smoking pipe
What he hits The ball is there, the soul flies out of it
and if it doesn't hang on a tree, it flies away
and sits on a cloud, whistling and beeping ¡l
Blood numbed by beef, blood mixed with gravel
Gel, tripe and wide living space
An animal lives in the brain He bought the apartment
The dining table, the bed, the TV.
Whatever the bullet hits, the soul flies out
he drags the dead in front of me
A Friday-type slave
Whom I will shoot if he does not say:
So I love you, for what you do so well to me
so I love you for what you do to me so well
so I love you for what you do to me so well
I love you for what you do so well with me