Unpleasant Side

I mark my way with a battery acid
That drips from the corner of my eye
When I come in
All the passengers
Turn their faces to look outside
I've thrown some stones with the holy rollers
Danced twist in the dust with the holy ghost
When I drink with dead-end poets
I'm wondering which one I like the most

I throw my ticket away to stay and symbolize
Give it a try
This desert became unpleasant

War dogs all know that I'm suspicious
They're mad about clues inside my shoes
When I speak
All the listeners start to google the words I use
It feels like this party will never over
And that's the reason to make things clear
To steal some fucking dozer
And Instantly get the fuck out of here

I throw my ticket away to ... and symbolize
Give it a try
This desert became unpleasant



Credits
Writer(s): Andrey Chokgaev, Arkady Panyukov, Dmitry Prokhorenko, Viktor Podkolzin
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