Run away from hell
Please, excuse my smell
Listen, now I'm dead
f** my if I sad Why
You have to give
You've to forgive
You have to live I can fly around
Pleaced of the ground
I can see my friends
Frig their balls with hands It's my funeral
Ican see it all Look - it's me in this coffin, I'm deaad
All this ba*tards pretend as thay sad
f** my aunt, It's so terrible sound
Oh, It's me, I'm at least under ground You know what I mean
It feel like in dream
You free and don't care
What stuff you've to wear
Come on join me my friend
You'll find promised land
This ba*tards will s**
We'll newer could give a f**...