Don't wait -- I cannot send you mail,
We went to find the Holy Grail.
I burned out all of angels' rules
And God kicked me like redneck bull.
[You're sitting in your room
With the needle in your hand,
You're waiting for the doom
For the damned for ages man.]
I gotta pissed of judge & court,
They guilt me I gate-crashed to Lord.
Hey bastard! Come on & blow me --
The angel can do this for free.
I donot give a damn on yours,
If I take my gat, you'll be whores!
The only lord for me is Me,
Continue sinking in the sea...
Davy Jone s locker
© Copyright: Дмитрий Цыпкин, 2003
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