Wild dogs running around searching food...

Wild dogs running around searching food, their instincts are cruel.
Whore looking for prey, she needs money, she asks to be rude.
Politicians wants popularity, they give promises away, their souls are dipped in shit.
Mother Earth is sick and tired of being screwed, she is mad.
People will pray to whoever, in a presence of the danger.
Coming to drive-in, God is selling popcorn and diet coke.
We don’t like dependency, but we like to be served.
Afraid for our paltry existence, shouting on every corner: “ freedom”.
We with our small heads, trying rescue ourselves, hoping for hope.
Greenpeace taking donations, but who gonna help the fucking world?
Me, no I can’t I am worthless worm,
You, I don’t think so, you counting your last days under skydome.
Drugs will take pain away, rubber will protect our faces,
We will shake sperm in can, welcome new generation.
We waiting for apocalypses, don’t be afraid we already in it.
Sleep well my baby, go to the foreign land,
Sleep and forgive me my child, I’ll pray for you to be dead.



November 20, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov