09.12.2020
about punk
Boy with an Iroquois was born, and said his first wordNot mommy, tittie or dady, but beer, bitches and binge
He was a bit strange since childhood, and often disregarded lesson
In the porch opposite the school
He drank vodka and listened rock
He drank vodka and listened rock
He drank vodka and listened rock
Mommy, there are such people, named as punks
Society doesn't like them, and they are nowhere recognized
But, you know, mommy, it will be their turn
After all, if you believe the rumors, then punk lives forever
Punk lives forever, punk lives forever
Punk lives forever, punk lives forever...
And now in the ninth grade he took the guitar in his hands
And on the porches he sang Aza's songs every evening
Scumbags afraided him, he often beated them with friends
Enemies have given him a very simple nickname - Vasya-kill
Very simple nickname - Vasya-kill
Very simple nickname - Vasya-kill
Mommy, there are such people, named as punks
Society doesn't like them, and they are nowhere recognized
But, you know, mommy, it will be their turn
After all, if you believe the rumors, then punk lives forever
Punk lives forever
And so he grew up, became more prestigious, fell in love with one punk-girl
And somehow driving from a punk concert, he planted three sticks on her,
Boy with an Iroquois was born, and said his first word
Not mommy, tittie or dady, but beer, bitches and binge