| I got the wood,
I have my girlfriend killed do not draw pictures,
I have the bloodied body.
I was a very decent guy,
she was a prostitute
and not use the bed,
now sleep in a tomb.
I have taken to the brig and have given me some wafers
I have left his body broken,
my brain is not working
and now I understand nothing,
I see only journalists
they give me some money to get out in their journals.
Go card, go mug,
a long snout,
long snout
I do not want your home,
a journalist scandal
that I do not want your blood you can write lies
kill her because they loved her,
kill her because she was mine. |
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