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You breaking out courageously, gray day, gray buildings
You know this area well, but your steps are unsure
You marching bravely, on your mind older chicks
But realization that the heart of silver is full of coke
Laced up jumps, tightly buttoned pants
In case there is heat, run like quattro on cement
Your hands are sweating but you are in full control
Nothing gets by you, just like hunting owl
Hour has come, you waiting by a black bench
Looks quiet, peaceful, kids are flying kites
You don't know yet but you waiting for a rat
For a long time they want you 'cause you playing high stakes
Ijo, Ijo runnin', in paws police rags...

STOP POLlCE!

You beat feet, and run there, into the gate
And when you waiting to see if they find you, all hunched up
Your common sense started advising you in these words

You can get out or continue on the winding road
You can get out or wait on a dickhead
You can take by handfulls or by teaspoon
And reptiles by the lid wouldn't care at all
You can get out or you can be grounded like meat
You can get out and appreciate freedom
Wake up tomorrow or forever sleep
For one less or more makes no difference to these fucks

Rising courageously unglued from your pillow
From snorting in a schnouser, your head is an empty shell
Legs are trembling, dressed up like Russian wino
And in your can only one thought, coke with ashes
Eyes bouncing like ping pong balls
Soon you will explode if you won't take a hit from a gong
Lips like a trombone, like a ticking bomb
You want skis and snow so you can be like Tomba
In fingers, not much, tits bum empty
By black bench for delivery you must wait
You see him now he is waving to you all friendly
But suddenly, after him goes pack of undercover dogs
Disaster, you won't have nothing to snort up your nose
'Cause you ain't got a phone on the bench, you snivel up
Covered in sweat to the seventh degree, realizing you're fucked
So the rest of your brain advised you in these words

You can get out or go to the eighth floor
You can get out or hold up that floor
You can twist or live lightly
The guests in the morgue wouldn't care at all
You can get out or shoot yourself
You can get out or not live till Sunday
You can give up or trample this shit
For one less or more, the cemetery will expand with your coffin

You break out courageously and fix your tits with your hand
From swinging in high heels you now have callouses
All that counts are profits from penetrating liver
You hope that you run into German tourists
Just one thought, green for close contact
When it's all over, you'll kill the taste with Orbit gum
You take out lip gloss, piggybank stashed in brassiere
For them you are Anka even though your name is Kinga
Client arrives, and the price is quickly struck
On the way, not far, your boyfriend stands by a black bench
Almost there, quiet, trees, zero ghosts.
Your trick is already whispering into your ear
"Get your skirt off, today I'll fuck you for free..."
When you ran from the car, somewhere you lost your boot
When hidden you cried behing the tree
Guardian Angel came and spoke these words

You can get out or you won't catch just one
You can get out or finish under a willow
You can forget it when you'll understand it perfectly
And for your results a doctor wouldn't care at all
You can get out or fully become a whore
You can get out or accept it forever
Endure feelings or marry your love,
Unless it makes no difference with whom you wake up

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