Hawker

Only yesterday you left the schooling canteen
And you get in fashionable restaurant
All your life you tried to learn to use the condom
To mammy said to you
Happy fucking life had fallen on your sick head
Nether work and no learning you could touch
Crazy dollars jump in to your fuchking pocket
Spit on all your talents

It will be better to make some small cribs
It will be better to learn theorems
Instead of staying on foolish bazaar
Instead of a big lunk
It will be better to make some small cribs
It will be better to learn theorems
Instead of sail quick – frozen meat
Instead of swear on me

Only what have done, will never be returned
Our destiny can be for us so cruel
On your course of life you meet with different people
Clear and some dirty
Time passed and only one you have in pocket
In the light of dream, of pills and pain
In your stall on fucking sale market place
Recollect your school days

It will be better to make some small cribs
It will be better to learn theorems
Instead of staying on foolish bazaar
Instead of a big lunk
It will be better to make some small cribs
It will be better to learn theorems
Instead of sail quick – frozen meat
Instead of swear on me