at the city dump, dogs a-howl
not a day goes without a fight in this world
God made opaque every door here
so that nobody can see what feeds the beast
mama chats with girlfriends, daddy's cleaning carpets
to the wild roar of their children's bikes
they are watching shows, and they're drinking some shots
and when the kids bring over tykes
everything is ready to tear flesh tear flesh
cream on bananas, milk on the lips
we love somebody, but we are loved by fears
where to go when there's nowhere to go
so we'll go where flesh is torn
from one hold to another hold
we were woken up rudely before we even were born
i fear Tebowski just as much as Big Lebowski
who know maybe i'm wrong'
but they know here as well
how to send you to hell
and just as heavy are mores
and all is ready to tear flesh, tear flesh
Tear flesh
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2020
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