Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench
a bare arithmetic
look for the boy who was hanging his head low
more trophies and ideas
to follow their pretend.
with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles.
I flew in some spiked meniscus and he bought his own rope
and skipped against the rode
did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope
devices man are closed
he lost all his foot holes.
and with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
he was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the pub
failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
and clinging to the door frame he was trapped
after a reminder of where he had been
with a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
there was nowhere to flee
just had to tent in the nettles
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Thanks to Марья for these lyrics.
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