Let every man of a thousand evils
Chooses his slot, chooses his own way.
In the column just "Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll"
Delete as appropriate.
Someone thought he was our imaginary god.
Write to us on the forehead, who is full of crazy, and who is the sucker.
Raffled all those who believe in the super ace of trumps.
And the soul away to heaven, tore the brake.
Let every man of a thousand evils
Chooses his slot, chooses his own way.
In the column just "Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll"
Delete as appropriate.
Who are you? Yeah, who are you,
To tell us
To go for a dream,
How to join the tribe?
By what rules to play there
And we believe the words of someone?
Let every man of a thousand evils
Chooses his slot, chooses his own way.
In the column just "Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll"
Delete as appropriate.
Let every man of song lines
Select "good" or "bad", in short,
For himself among dots
Selects and bash as he wants.
Bash as he wants!
Bash as he wants!
When the time will put dot the "i",
Then will clear dead holy water at the river.
A road - all dead ends, old mans around,
This means, that you gave the system each chromosome.
If you are driven back, your time is gone.
Let every man of a thousand evils
Chooses his slot, chooses his own way.
In the column just "Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll"
Delete as appropriate.
Let every man of song lines
Select "good" or "bad", in short,
For himself among dots
Selects and bash as he wants.
Bash as he wants!
Bash as he wants!