Funkiller

Фридрих Зазнанский
In the very pitch of merriment
Don't forget to watch your clock
Warn all your exhilarated friends
With an approaching of the dark

Tell the life and soul of the party
That not everybody's here
Put up the shutters and loose the key
A great complainer is upcoming...

Here comes the funkiller!
An eraser of your smiles
With the greatest kit of censor
And a whole bag of dislikes

I'm a fly in the ointment
I'm a blot on the landscape
I m the one who use wet blanket
For your legs at cold day break

I m that sheep that mars a whole flock
I m that poisondrop in a tun of wine
But I am not a bad person
 just want you leave your fool's paradise...

Here comes the funkiller!
An eraser of your smiles
With the greatest kit of censor
And a whole bag of dislikes


Here comes the funkiller!
An eraser of your smiles
With the greatest kit of censor
And a whole bag of dislikes


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