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I can see a hundred bearded sociologists
Marching ahead.
Something obviously worries them,
They might be demanding order.
Black coal is bored about my fate.
I know it will be scattered
If the world ends with it.
I'm a scarecrow,i'm a child,
I,m a grey spase,i'm DDT.
A million fairy tale fates are dead in me.
Stop!I want my money back,
The one i put in dreams.
This horse that we stride on is a sad season.
I'll say nothing,you'll say nothing,
And a wolf is howling in our breast.
A millionaire is leading the crowds,
He raises his temper into a cult.
"Ask the church,mate,it's a sin in my opinion."
You'd better sweep with the broom,
I'd radher be an idiot,
But i'll shoot every philosopher in the head.
Sex,that's what i like!Sex,that's you!
Sex,that's that changes a milion fates.
There's no hope.I won't ever stop.
I won't be just another yarn for a jumper fate.
I don't want a resignation in my car.
As i'm here on the higway,i prefer speed.
The ballerinas in the ballet edit their dance.
"Please,play fair!I know it won't be easy!"