[VERSE 1]
I blow up suddenly, get drunk and talk nonsense
Maybe I’ll get a ticket, can see this cop growling
Police officer, lurking from his cop car
Because he saw me dancing in the rain drops from this ginger cloud
My throat’s vibrating, can’t hear, the music’s playing
These girl sniff their stripes, forgetting about Mazowiecki
My heart misses me, 'cause I’m taking these shots again
Bullet holes everywhere, and I’m limping like Rambo
In this city, nobody’s dancing
In this city, tango is a dainty
Fruity gentlemen want to touch mangos with their bananas
Throat’s getting dry from all the drugs
Everyone’s dealing with bad luck, satan and glass
White powder falls down on your black heels
You probably eat up white like you used to eat up Big Milks
I am here. They told me you left at 1
And your lips were shining like July-grown cherries
[Chorus]
You weren’t here again
If you didn’t exist, the city would be getting along better
I am here. I’ve been there. Actually, who wasn’t?
The whole WWA is here, except for you
I am here. I’ve been there. You’ve left with your friends
On this legs which I tend to call rifles
So, march, march!
March, march, march!
I blow up suddenly, get drunk and talk nonsense
Maybe I’ll get a ticket, can see this cop growling
Police officer, lurking from his cop car
Because he saw me dancing in the rain drops from this ginger cloud
My throat’s vibrating, can’t hear, the music’s playing
These girl sniff their stripes, forgetting about Mazowiecki
My heart misses me, 'cause I’m taking these shots again
Bullet holes everywhere, and I’m limping like Rambo
In this city, nobody’s dancing
In this city, tango is a dainty
Fruity gentlemen want to touch mangos with their bananas
Throat’s getting dry from all the drugs
Everyone’s dealing with bad luck, satan and glass
White powder falls down on your black heels
You probably eat up white like you used to eat up Big Milks
I am here. They told me you left at 1
And your lips were shining like July-grown cherries
[Chorus]
You weren’t here again
If you didn’t exist, the city would be getting along better
I am here. I’ve been there. Actually, who wasn’t?
The whole WWA is here, except for you
I am here. I’ve been there. You’ve left with your friends
On this legs which I tend to call rifles
So, march, march!
March, march, march!
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