Похуисты [Pokhuisty] [English translation]

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Those who don't give a fuck are becoming icons for atheists

Chicks still want to have sex with the ex-bass guitarist of Sex Pistols

Still want to see Curt Cobain on the stage

And on all these desires, a price tag has long been hung.

Those who don't give a fuck are becoming icons for atheists

Chicks still want to have sex with the ex-bass guitarist of Sex Pistols

Still want to see Curt Cobain on the stage

And on all these desires, a price tag has long been hung.

Corporations are selling revolution in shitty packaging

Read the instructions, don't be afraid of an overdose

Refined bling is safe in any dose

From tiny - to prohibitively astronomical ones

Rappers are mumbling in your headphones or maybe parasites are buzzing

It's the same shit from the point of view of economics and mathematics

The difference between culture and marketing, if you think about it

Is the same as between self-pleasure and jerking off.

Because we are born just to procreate

And everything that's not related to that is fake and subliminal

People are afraid of death, but at the same time they're dying of boredom

Hey, jester, entertain them, harm yourself.

Because a person who doesn't give a fuck doesn't care that it's bad

Especially if he's already died of it.

Yes, they loved you alive, but times have changed,

Lick the clitoris of history, turn on the necrophiliacs.

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While some are putting in action their 20 caliber gun,

Others are drooling over the details of their death.

The third group are yelling "Thank You" with fervor,

The fourth - are looking at the bottom line and summing up the profits.

While the people eat it up, while the masses want it,

The pump is sucking out souls from the corpses - hour after hour.

The motor is turning to make the eternal spirit into bucks,

The machine is in full swing, the zombies demand their meat.

Dude, this new track is really weak.

And your music isn't want it used to be, the lyrics aren't either.

And your last album - is a complete flop,

Well, not complete shit, but not like the first two.

And your shenanigans don't really impress us anymore,

All your shocking deeds on TV don't really make much of an impression.

And you know, the sight of your face is making us sick.

When are you gonna be like you used to? Come on! Shake things up already.

Dude, come on, it's not at all scary.

Put a rope around your neck, or jump from a skyscraper.

Come on, what's it to you? One shot.

I'm dying of boredom, don't be so egotistical.

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I remember like it was yesterday, you were my idol.

Now your image and style is so worn out.

Your teeth and posters have yellowed with age.

Your unshaven mug doesn't fit on the TV screen.

Look, even your fans will forget you soon.

The coroner won't recognize you.

Your songs will be played only on Retro FM

They'll be asking for you signature, not your autograph.

If you're tired or burnt out, at least

There's a true and tried method of leaving and slamming the door.

Martyr yourself and become a mass media icon

Just loudly and beautifully - die.

When you kill yourself, or die of AIDS,

No one will care if you're an addict or a pedophile.

The industry is happy, everything is set for the sensation,

Come on, don't be afraid, show must go on.

Dude, come on, it's not at all scary.

Put a rope around your neck, or jump from a skyscraper.

Come, what's it to you? One shot.

I'm dying of boredom, don't be so egotistical.