Wanna be like joyful Funny teddy bear? You are denied! You are denied! Wanna grab some beer? I’ve got one more to share. Fucking denied! You are fucking denied! Wanna stand for changes, Get a new life arrangement? You are denied! You are denied! Wanna make your own Independent statement? Fucking denied! You are fucking denied! You are allowed to be just a point in their business plan. See their equities growing. You can’t change a thing in this goddamn plot. You`re soulless and mindless. But why not? Wanna step aside And never be a killer? You are denied! You are denied! Wanna make a try And get rid of that shiver? Fucking denied! You are fucking denied! Wanna crack a smile And keep up the pace? You are denied! You are denied! Wanna feel no pain, Sorrow and disgrace? Fucking denied! You are fucking denied! You are allowed to wake up in chains Of ugly corruption, political games. Repeat these words one by one: «I am a conformist-taste chewing gum!” Wanna be a whore In a billion dollar store? It is affirmative! Want a stupid chick To like your hot dickpic? It is affirmative! Wanna take control Over every living soul? It is affirmative! Wanna die in vain In endless misery? It is affirmative! Since you were born, you were meant to lose. You`re fucked by their laws you were never to choose. You`ve got one rule, regulation and Law: You start from zero to fall even more

Now, all bets are off! Dancing in mud. Money for fun. Inclusive! Tramps gasping in smoke. Starving to death Crying in fears. Heat and serve! Infrastructures meltdown. Total collapse. Exchange rate drop. Established! Death of middle class. Minus or plus? Ready or not? Lucrative! Somebody’s rich. Somebody’s dead. All bets are off! Still they want us to forgive…and forget! Now, all bets are off! Fucking your dreams In Vile Hell. Inclusive! Blood pouring the streets. Sold out police Cleaning their guns. Heat and serve! We’re crossing the line Just to become More destitute. Established! Flesh stuck in their teeth. All systems fall For corruption. Lucrative! Somebodies smile. Somebodies fist. All bets are off! Still they updating their black, fucking, list! Now, all bets are off! Rolling the dice. Polishing skulls. Inclusive! Stiff ViP sluts Hiding your pays Down in their thongs. Heat and serve! Ranks of dirty press Charging at you Barking like dogs. Established! Life’s valued the least Gas is the most In Babylon. Lucrative! Ignore the lights. Ignore their game. All bets are off! Watch their casino engulfing in flames! Same old shit always remain… Just the same! Same old shit always remain…

Kept in line with truncheons Rifle butts and truncheons This is state control, this is state control State control, state control, this is state control Beaten up behind closed doors Cracked and bruised ribs, bloody mouth Cracked and bruised skull, bloody mouth State control, state control, this is state control This is state control! Decontrol! This is state control! Decontrol! This is state control!

Mister Milonov is boiling with hate Judging us all by his own moral state. Speaking for Russians, for people, for will. He feeds his insanity with dollar bill. Didn’t rehabed and he don’t wanna take All his prescriptions. His mind gonna break. He slipped nto darkness, complete psychopath. All of his efforts are doomed from the start! I’ve got one question. I’m asking it nice. “Who can I fuck?” Answer me, Jesus Christ! There is no answer from almighty God. Only Misulina coming in hot! This bitchy witch’s like a spider. She spreads Poisonous lies, spying in our beds. Living in Moscow, she’s rich fucking whore. Send us shock troopers to see her no more! Demon Dimon is our ex-president, Brainless Medvedev with sweet Apple scent, Fucking successor for Vladimirs throne. Spending our money to buy new iPhone! Promises that they will never fulfill. Social disasters become fucking real. We never voted for their bloody shit! Stop them before their terror is complete!!!

I'm strapped into my bed I've got electrodes in my head My nerves are really bad it's the best time I've ever had I'm a sick boy and there's no cure I'm a sick boy there should be more But I'm happy the way I am like a sardine in can People taking notes people in white coats I'm a sick boy and there's no cure I'm a sick boy there should be more But I'm happy the way I am like a sardine in can People taking notes people in white coats I'm a sick boy and there's no cure I'm a sick boy there should be more I see school girls everywhere short skirts and pig-tailed hair but why must I suffer for being a gym slip lover? I'm a sick boy and there's no cure I'm a sick boy there should be more