Land cruisers on the roads, Ukrainian executors
30-40 millions and a few armed gorillas
But who is searching in the dust-bin that thinks the Hollywood Boulevard
Would be the third stock four, from where you depart by the elevator in the morning
Look around in the city, when a few industry tycoons are pooping
Everyone is frightened, ’cause they bought all off
Ads from west, but the song is Hungarian, TV watcher idiots
Who believe all, Jesus could be black and Elvis is alive
In the evening in a hotel room he is waited by the most expensive hooker of the neighborhood
Champagne and caviar, everyone gets what they deserve
I’m living in that age when the body counts not the spirit
Nothing is given for free and in what the fuck to believe who has nothing?
Where the wheel there is the gas and clutch, gear-lever, don’t bluster
If I were satisfied, perhaps I would not be burned alive
Maybe it’s exaggeration, but there are no more tricks
There will be no mercy, give my sword here
I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet
I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law
I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet
I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law
Everyone does anything for money, so it’s better if you save some cash
The policemen are here in vain, there will be no order here
Neither the FBI, nor NASA, nor the shopping mall or God’s house
Will not be a shelter if the bullet is marked for you
Filth is flowing from the radio, there is no fucking place to go
Each day is the same song, you can not do anything with yourself
Life is a dream, wake up when the morning comes
I will hold the flag, give my sword here
I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet
I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law
I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet
I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law