Junk Оригинал-Jane Air-Junk

-Hash Hash
They`re Smokin` Hash
I would like some too
But I ain`t got no cash

Alrite screw it
Im gonna lay down a grub
Lookin at the picture,
That stimulates me up.

The picture`s from the magazine
Edited by Larry Flint
I`m chewin` up a gum
Of Wrigley`s Spearmint

Of course I could organize myself a party
Buy myself some chips feelin all that smarty
And there`s also that neibour-girl on floor below
Maybe she`s still young but she blows like a pro

-There`s "Dolche & Gabanna" sign on her jeans
The chick looks just like a drug addicted teen
She swallows up lots of cheap extazy
It`s easier to die then get any rush by it
She could drink a glass of something to get enervated
Just only one problem and no one cares who makes it
Everybody fucks her but she does`t give a fuck
And she will blow anyone for any kind of drug.

-What I knew bout Junk?
-Jazz Funk!
-Junk is me!
-I AM THE JUNK!

Firsly it`s ok, then you feel like shit
Still waiting for the rush? Forget about it!
The stomach and the lungs changed places by my brains
And many crying nipples growing on my veins
Smoke of cigarets? hell knows what inside!
WHAT AM I DOIN` HERE HERE?AND WHY?
And is it really me?I feel much dumber!
And what time of year is it?winter summer?
My hopless body has just declared me a war.
Ultimatum, dude? Hey, you got any more?

-What I knew bout Junk?
-Jazz Funk!
-Junk is me!
-I AM THE JUNK!

-Hey, fellows, did you take all the alcohol?
-Nah, you see that girl standing by the wall?
-The bitch with sore on her neck? Yeah I can see her
-Well she has got AIDS and more to that-gonorrhoea.

-They say that only worthy get to the sky
 One of my friends which actually died
 Doubled up his hands and decease because of overdoze
 And he was burried that way and never changed his pose.
-Dude shut up and try to get unbound
 Cuz i really don`t like whats goin` on around


-What I knew bout Junk?
-Jazz Funk!
-Junk is me!
-I AM THE JUNK!


Извнияюсь за пунктуацию,орфографию и грамматику-переводилось ночью xD
оригинал слов тут-
http://www.stihi.ru/2007/07/12-505 (там внизу)