Fagozitosia

I have a bossy
honest boy
in the invoices
I'm going to shut up
and reformed
this damn thing, hey
we all change something
but some more
or not?

Yes
shut up high!
hey, yes
to the end

I walk down the street
I don't have a direction at all
but I don't want his direction
either
stubborn tent
that happy
a little messed up
a jerk and nothing else
yes
shut up high!
hey, yes
to the end

At least without doubt
in the filth
caught
like the wind
not so bad
being a little dirty
but the blood has been shed

I'm the same
I keep going there
bottle in one hand
and dreams under the hat
and I don't understand
can we lose?

The rain that cleans the street
doesn't clean his car now
others don't have us much
better
I don't say the truth
remember
about what I did last night
but on Sunday mornings
on the way home
I see
with the wife
honest-honest