Your Best Day

Each day in your life is a friday, the thirteen
All cats you can see - only black
You was born naked in the eight children family
You all life consists of thunderclaps
All people around you are ugly and mean,
All their ideas have an idealack
But everyone wants to dig pit on your way
And tighten the rope around your neck

Say "it's all is fate!"
Say "it's not my fault!"
Say "i don't know who is to blame!"

Wipe tears from your face
Cyanide can take over disgrace
And you, climb back into your own hell

Your day started with the left leg awakened
And finished in the First City Morgue
Crossing every street you was waiting for enemies
And in evening you remembered gas was not turned off
Your lover became a transsexuality
The police confused you with your namesake
Your Garden of Eden had been filled with faeces
And you know it was your best day

Say "it's all is fate!"
Say "it's not my fault!"
Say "i don't know who is to blame!"

Wipe tears from your face
Cyanide can take over disgrace
And you, climb back into your own hell