verse 1
all the global problems
will bother you until
you learn that your neighbour
eats little kids -
pickles them into the cans
and spreads them on bread
instead of jam
chorus
one guy from the crowd
cannot be killed by that
psycho from one thousand killers
cause another killer guy
has spread him on bread
verse 2
not far from the school
a man in a leather jacket
is waiting for your kids
with pretty naive eyes
he's by no means a murderer
he knows they're real maniacs in some time
so they're just jam for him to spread
tin can psychos
© Copyright: Катерина Воробьёва, 2011
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