Moravskoslezský Underground-Punkový Revír

Untitled depressive bullcrap

Psáno v angličině, jak koukám žádná jiná v tomto prapodivném jazyce zde není, přesto to zkusím. Ne-angličtináři, připravte si biče.

Strong coffee, black as your rotten soul
no sugar, no cream, just the pure taste
maybe just a little snifter of cheap alcohol
with the taste and essence of a toxic waste
just drink it, no time or desire to enjoy.
You don't care...

You're tired, feeling like you already died,
your inner Dr. Jekyll been raped by Mr. Hyde.
It was quite easy, there was no place to hide
another day, early morning, there's dark outside
same routine, same dirty factory, same low pay,
killing your body and your mind, every bloody day.
You'd wish for more, but you're stuck on this routine,
work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep,
just like a machine, only with frequent creepy dreams.
You don't care...

New day is here, dark, cold, everyone's still in bed
You're already in your overall, three hours ahead,
smoking your fifth fag, thinking about who'd you shag,
also thinking about suicide, picking the date and time.
How and when, and how many times, still can't decide.
Better go back inside, you can't hear you cogitations
over the screeching noises and engine's vibrations.
You don't care...

After work buy yourself some horrid cheap white wine,
to forget this bloody life, just for a little while.
You're a nasty crap stain on the shoe of society,
there's nothing that fits you worse than a sobriety.
Tired eyes, rotten teeth, unshaved for month straight,
receiving hair, getting old, perfect grim reaper bait.
You don't care, why should you, no one else does,
everyone let you down, everyone spat on your dreams
you're not fine, not by by far, as you once was.
Everyone stopped listening to your moans and screams.
You don't care...