The beginning of the month, money's already gone
New start, but the train already left
I forgot that actions speak louder than words
You see the marks and deduce the rest
You can't hear my thoughts, whore
I don't want your furs or money
I want a job, my table full of bills
Fiver in my pocket
I'd have an apartment, but no money for the rent guarantee
And who would trust someone without credit
But you can't complain, it's worse in Africa
You have to be stronger
Rob the robbed, rape in the name of money
There is only a bill, not a person
Haven't eaten for half a year, still it's not enough
I stay awake at night, provide for debt collecting bloodsuckers
You won't get a card you have a criminal record
Piss in a jar you have a criminal record
You can't come you have a criminal record
Criminal fucking record
Hey, do you have a criminal record?
If you do you have a criminal record
Hey, friend you have a criminal record!
Criminal fucking record
Boys, you have a criminal record, don't you?
If not you don't have any fucking business here
If you fall it's dad, mom, friends, sister
If you don't have those then
Nobody else will pull you away with them
I don't mean to lie
I'm just cutting a bit from this corner here
The welfare office doesn't care about my expenses, only my income
A loan isn't an explanation, just an explanation
Every day you have to raise your voice, adjust, bend,
Turn, hustle until you break your head
Can you even win with these fucking cards?
I don't know, i guess i can still try
I have to give a shoutout to the bank robbers
Everyone who clings to life:
Don't let go, everyone good is poor, cheers to that!
You won't get a card you have a criminal record
Piss in a jar you have a criminal record
You can't come you have a criminal record
Criminal fucking record
Hey, do you have a criminal record?
If you do you have a criminal record
Hey, friend you have a criminal record!
Criminal fucking record
Boys get trapped in their criminal records
Call the cops, when the phone rattles
Invest 100 euros in information between us,
The bad police checks my rapport on the screen
Follows, listens to our powerholders
Hones a waterproof alibi for 10 years
And the one who made the graffiti waits for profit
One person room in the guards folder
Security police-Finland's drunkards
Rising painters, the drunks are straight-edge
Grown in basements, in sweatpants
Monkey rides piggyback
Why do we have to suffer?
Vomit, amphetamine and a couple microchips
Hungry ticks, happy doughnuts
What do you need friends for when you have sworn enemies
Whore
You won't get a card you have a criminal record
Piss in a jar you have a criminal record
You can't come you have a criminal record
Criminal fucking record
Hey, do you have a criminal record?
If you do you have a criminal record
Hey, friend you have a criminal record!
Criminal fucking record