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    You're walking through the city like a king
    You can't see much from your height
    And I have a luxurious one for you,
    Mr. Me and the whole world have some not-so-nice news for you
    Your world is starting to burn
    Because my world has been burning for a long time.
    It's burning
    This time it's not fireworks
    It's not sparklers
    You look at the kitchen knife
    The knife you cut the meat with
    Before you put it on the spit
    I have some not so nice news for you
    Smug with yourself Mr.
    I am that knife
    Your world is starting to burn
    Because my world has been burning for a long time
    This together it's not fireworks, it's not sparklers
    Your world is starting to burn
    Because my world has been burning for a long time
    It's burning
    Luxury Mr.
    Your world is starting to burn.
    It's burning
    Your world is burning
    Because my world has been burning for a long time
    You don't know because you've never tried to know
    Touch my world
    You have big wooden windows at home
    But those eyes are all in steel bars
    You shave your face with a razor blade
    And I still hear the laughter of your loyal admirers
    Before you put on your suit
    Before you tie your tie
    You will make a perfect move like a tennis player
    A perfect move with your free hand
    I have some not-so-nice news for you
    My luxurious gentleman
    I am that razor blade
    It's not fake news
    Because it's already been proven
    Your world is starting to burn
    Just like my world has been burning for a long time
    Your world is starting to burn burn
    Because my world has been burning for a long time
    This time it's not fireworks
    It's not sparklers
    Your world is starting to burn
    Because my world has been burning for a long time
    Your world
    It's burning
    Just like my world
    It's been burning for a long time
    Luxurious Mr.
    It's burning

    Look, listen.
    They are not equal.
    Normal people.
    They are not equal.
    Look, listen.
    Turn on your thinking
    They are not equal to
    Normal people
    They are not equal to Normal people It's an abyss It's pure rubble And hell Look Listen Pet shop boys And Freddie Mercury
    Idiot They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal Daddy's boy Agora's pe

    They are not equal
    And what will you do? Internet expert
    asks me What will you do If your son If your daughter Tells you that they are like them What will you do Idiot Turn on your thinking What will you do to them

    I say, I'll make them dinner,
    I'll give them dessert,
    I'll tell them to finish reading the books, They
    've done their homework,
    They've studied a bit,
    I'll do it,
    I'll do it,
    And you continue with yours,
    Idiot.
    They are not equal
    Normal people they are not equal
    They are not equal
    It's an abyss
    Turn on your thinking
    They are not equal
    Normal people
    They are not equal
    Storm
    and dust
    Dust
    That's Everywhere
    Dust
    That You're Drowning In,
    Idiot
    What will you do now
    If your daughter
    If your son
    They tell you while sitting at the table
    That they are just like them
    Idiot
    This is the abyss
    They are not equal
    I say I will make them dinner
    I will give them dessert
    I will tell them to finish reading the books
    They did their homework They studied
    a little
    I will hug them tightly I will put them
    to bed sleep
    I will say goodnight
    I will wish them beautiful dreams
    About a harmless utopia
    Where everyone respects each other
    Idiot what will you do now
    This is the abyss
    You idiot
    , Daddy's boy,
    Agora's pet

    I dot the "i" and present my captivity that
    eats me from the inside like bark beetles,
    butts pressed into a new suede armchair, my head on
    an oak table I jump like a record on an adapter
    I jump like a parachute jumper over my house
    What is not written down,
    so I have a Field of Performance quite big, please, a storm of applause
    At a high temperature
    , remove my bondage like a chicken needle, which gives pure distortion Words
    with my weapon, let's start eating like a spagetti western version number one, test
    If you have a tester running, limit my bondage, send it to me
    Straight into space, my bondage In a crazy circle, turn off
    the field protective and smoldering because I need oxygen to breathe ehe ehe
    Bondage as small as Scrapbook rolls but pampered
    Like TV idols, redundant like closet moths
    Cell phones conversations drip drip my bondage
    Let's go into the rain
    Let's go into the rain
    Let's go into the rain
    Let's go into the rain
    To wet my bondage and your bondage
    And let's go into the rain
    Dude, the phone rings and starts again
    New myths and your little mythology that won't be able to bind me You
    produce new trends, you take photos of them
    A lipstick bag lipstick sucks I have the style of the first
    attempt I shoot words from an electric tube
    And you want to instill me somewhere you want a definition my Blood group
    which you know what it sounds like because it bangs against your membranes and the beat is thick
    It stuck to you like a layer of tinder to a tree
    And you would love to tie my hands with a pentel
    Too pop for the underground Too much underground for the pop
    A stream without any illusions before I wake up in the right place
    You want to buy me a coffin, arrange me like a violin in a case
    The final nail in my talent, which is becoming less and
    less popular on the radio, even for those who have a face but no face
    Now commercials don't interrupt the music, it's the music of the commercials
    It interrupts everything is a commodity
    Pop pop pop shines and passes away
    Let's go in the rain
    Let's go in the rain Let's
    go in the rain Let's go in the rain
    Let's go in the rain
    Let's go in the rain
    Let
    's go in the rain
    Let's go in the rain
    Advertisements on the pole, advertisements on the shirt, in the pool of unnecessary recordings.
    Advertisements on the ass and cookies, we count the banknotes, is that enough?
    Or not, or throw to the target and immediately get the number 10? It's impossible.
    You have to run, thump, thump, and you only have a moment, thump, thump, faxes are fast.
    Photocopiers, we burn discs illegally in nero galeria mokotów red
    Shirts pot fashionable headband hat siub siub and faster faster
    Knock knock guests dinner sleep sleep don't wheeze don't snore
    Alarm clock get up in the morning shoes pants shirt run tree
    Number 1 tree number 2 tree number 3 tree number 27 I don't want ehe ehe
    Let's go into the rain
    Let's go into the rain
    Let's go into the rain
    Let's go into the rain Let
    's go into the rain
    Let's get wet my bondage Your little big bondage
    My your bondage I don't want to, I
    don't want to,
    I don't want to
    I'm driving a car, I'm traveling wide rather
    I open the window so everyone can hear that I'm a guy
    So I'm driving a car, I'm listening to Beastie Boys
    Bad Brains or De La Soul
    Generally, I'm usually a guy
    I look around and see young people standing at the bus stop
    And I like young people because youth is hope
    Because youth is the hope of this world
    They are smoking cigarettes, electric ones, and they are looking at me
    So I make the volume louder and I see that they are staring
    Pride, pride, pride, they probably recognize me
    That's what I'm thinking in this old head of mine
    They probably have mine records on Tidal or they saw me on YouTube
    So I wave at them, making a stern face
    They don't wave back, it probably drove them into the ground, got them stuck They
    probably think: it's him, it's him, it's him and I'm still walking so proudly
    And I hear through the window, open window, I hear them shouting something at me
    So I turn down the music, I pass the stop and continue proudly gliding
    And I hear them shouting after me
    OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?
    Ha, ha, but old Boomer
    the Jug and the old fool
    OK, OK Boomer!
    Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills
    What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you
    OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately
    Nice jug and old fool
    What an old Boomer! Old Boomer
    I'm driving a car, I'm driving around rather wide
    open window is always cool
    Fame, glitter, prestige and money, hmm I don't think
    any of this will be the end for which the world died Tony Stark
    Loan in francs still unpaid, savings eaten by Covid
    I'm looking for my brain, yes like a farmer looking for a wife
    , I update my Instastories,
    I come to terms with being bald, just like the fans of Wisła and Cracovia,
    And I drive around in a wagon, and I'm heading towards nothingness
    OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?
    Ha ha, but old Boomer
    Jug and old fool
    OK, OK Boomer!
    Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills
    What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you
    OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately
    Nice jug and old fool
    What an old Boomer! OK Boomer!
    The world is on fire, let it burn
    I was raised by catechesis, raised by capitalism
    Heavy metal, Morbid Angel and Kreator
    And a dog called Szarik and a cat that said: hator, hator, hator
    The history of my browser is the history of my life
    Online Zara Home, " "Such things only in Russia" and right-wing portals.
    Is that Mr. Wąglewski? - asks the courier
    And I buy toilet paper at Rossmann
    At Orlen I drink black coffee and I'm heading towards nothingness
    And the world is burning - let it burn
    And I like youth, because youth is hope
    Because youth is the hope of this world
    OK Boomer! Please sit down, don't lean out, don't talk,
    and graciously and quietly, without noise and sparks,
    get the fuck out
    OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?
    Ha ha, but old Boomer
    Jug and old fool
    OK, OK Boomer!
    Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills
    What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you
    OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately
    Nice jug and old fool
    What an old Boomer! OK Boomer!
    What an old Boomer!

    Forget about those who hurt you
    When it was getting dark, as if there had been no summer
    I don't have skin thick enough for it not to hit a sensitive spot
    I know something about it, believe me, I know something about it
    Your loved ones betrayed you
    And strangers seemed to be standing behind a fog
    It's a bit like playing dodgeball
    until the ball touches you
    and you come off the pitch beaten like a dog
    When it starts to get dark
    And my hand will cover you like a wing
    It will protect you from dark water, murky water
    Rest
    Forget about those who hurt you
    Dark water, murky water
    In your eyes full of fear
    Rest
    Forget those who hurt you
    Murky water, dark water
    In your eyes full of fear
    We have supported each other for so many years
    What is sacred between us
    Even though I am losing faith
    My faith is fading
    When I look into your eyes
    Angels from other worlds
    Spin in my head like a blender
    Save me from the fire
    When I lie alone in the bedroom
    The fire licks the window sills and curtains
    It's a bit like dodgeball
    I'm waiting for the ball to touch me
    and I'll walk off the field beaten like a dog
    It's a bit like dodgeball (dodgeball)
    When it starts to get dark
    And my hand like a wing will cover you
    It will protect you from the dark water, murky water
    Rest
    Forget about those who hurt you
    Dark water, murky water
    In your eyes full of fear
    Rest
    Forget those who hurt you
    Murky water, dark water
    In your eyes full of fear
    Gentlemen, ladies, let me introduce you to
    Mr. ef, count, honey, a miracle, as unique as the PESEL number,
    Dear Ladies, they say "you have become as old as my home PC"
    And here is my dossier
    So you know where the rush
    comes from This is how "piar" works
    The pillar that holds the business in its hand
    Cheers, cheers, sir Ef
    And not Marcinkiewicz, Prime Minister
    I am an eternal child, as light as a feather, like a balloon soaked in helium,
    Mr. Ef, but not from MARILLON
    One in a million, the Bastille is burning
    Somewhere in the center of Warsaw
    A big child who has this habit
    of shooting a series of associations like a rifle
    Once upon a time in kindergarten, a little clever rascal
    What he says sorry when he makes a stink
    And he's not a top student or a mother's boy
    He's not an omnibus guy who reports to him
    To gain admiration among the group of teachers
    Today kids greet each other in kindergarten with "elo bro"
    They want to be rappers sit all the time on a bench somewhere in front of the house
    Pale from the screens like corpses
    Soaked in sensation like a screen pet
    Non-stop 24 hours a day like TVN24
    And there's the world of elites, bloody like merry.
    The world of invectives.
    Like Rutkowski's detective. His
    health is
    failing. Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy
    ? Am I a child and they are so mature?
    We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.
    Tell us, people, are you ready.
    Cold nerves and hearts like prod.
    Big kids, little hooligans.
    Grenades in our mouths can burn us.
    A huge school bag with Peter Pan.
    Cast dumplings.
    Hearts with marzipan.
    Brushing your teeth, as annoying as junk.
    Turbo rubber, that was the idea.
    "Halo, halo" through the toki elbows.
    Goat jumping, first caps .
    Peace Race on the sofa.
    Sentiments like that.
    I start the saltpeter sideburns myself.
    It's me, the eternal lord. kid
    With a backpack bigger than
    a bag in hand today
    The world of duplo kidilends
    Not Mr. Tiki Tak and Pewex
    Rainbow Muzik Box was an embarrassment
    Beastie Boys Sonic Youth patches on ankles
    Ankles are backpacks
    Bestseller on the market like a Polish plumber
    Look at these talking heads
    Howl pouring water logs under my feet
    I prefer Kidilenda
    Sentiments as hot as prodiż
    I don't read newspapers I don't watch TV
    When I look over my shoulder I can't help but wonder
    Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy?
    We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.
    Tell us, people, are you ready.
    Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz.
    Big kids, little hooligans.
    Grenades in our mouths can burn us.
    Mr. eternal big kid
    With a school bag on his back
    The kids are shouting after me
    "Hey, you tall boy, why are you so excited"
    Kickflip 180 nose slides on the benches
    No right to color
    What tied my hands like a straightjacket
    The first Sanyo color TV
    "The program will continue in a moment" "Wonderful years" "Scary people"
    With a skateboard under his arm, a little man thin as a stick
    Please don't come here because it's noisy like a factory hall
    They have regulations
    And we have grenades in our mouths that can fire them
    Shady types who want to clean our morale
    Tell us again that they are colorful it means gray.
    Divide us like no one has ever done before.
    Heal your complexes. I've had it before
    Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy
    And we have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.
    Tell us, people, are you ready.
    Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz.
    Big kids, little hooligans
    . Grenades in our mouths can burn us.
    Here's my hot blood like a boiler
    Plasma sticks like glue, shines like a spoiler
    I'm not a saint, you know like Molière
    I've got a few grams cut into foil
    Tell me if you have blood A river of blood
    as red as Campari
    Hot as brie on toast
    Hemoglobin that shimmers like fire with the red of the lips
    Oxygen carried from the lungs
    Like a tea dour wandering down a glass From the lungs to the tissues through a vein the sound
    is transmitted What leaves a mark on your skin like a
    sled
    runner You're my dye, blood dye Erythrocyte that pounds my marrow
    Blood in my veins like frames in a case
    Radiates into your field like a fluid I
    don't drink blood
    like Siegfried
    I'm white in it like a leukocyte
    Blood rages like tribunes, like typhoons in Asia

    Blood...

    [Verse 2]
    Blood, my blood is crazy about it Dogs have more style than people who spill blood They wash off their hands like you wash off make-up
    Shuruburu doesn't leave a mark on his hands
    And there's a hole in the soul, soak your conscience like a
    washing machine Wash the blood
    off your suit, wash it off with pursed lips
    It's not anarchy, it's
    a black march
    To kill your conscience, squash like stuffing, like SARS lungs And you have a sparkler
    shining in your hair Shines like a projector in cinemas like devotional
    items Collar starch, tie flutters and hangs like genitals Skin wrinkles

    and cracks like enamel
    And the war drags on like a "Fashion for Success"
    So how do you want it? How do you want to wash the blood from your hands?

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    [Verse 3]
    I'm yours now, in a moment and then
    Then mixed with blood That's how I carry out my stratagem I
    don't comment like a fashion creator, I'm a constent
    What doesn't spill blood unless it's in the Polish Red Cross where my DNA
    Circulates like a bottle
    cap on the pavement Thick blood, thick as a line of blocks
    That rubs against the air like a palm tree burns, 'cause it's a wild jungle
    In which the pressure jumps like a mandible, like a clue
    In a blood pressure monitor that goes up like an aeronaut
    When you're so close
    Blood boils hot, it's like magma
    It won't pass us by like a Germany-Russia
    gas pipeline It's not a dirty game on emotions

    [Chorus]
    It's my blood drunk from my mouth Tested across, tested along My blood drunk from my mouth

    Tested across, tested along


    Blood...

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