Wrists open wrists open
I have a job in Texas, Mexico
The tracks are taking a scared man to his death
It's getting cold now bring something to drink
Put on a suit then old man to lie down in the coffin
The pig's turn is over, the carcass buys the kolpako
The lick stone always guarantees a salty journey
In the carriage of the dying, always on schedule
The knife cuts through the stomach with a little crunch< br/>Wrists open and men to the limit
With the death of face-offs, we go to overtime
Wrists open and men to the limit
With the death of face-offs, we go to overtime
Isn't it the end of this moment ass r drives away
Demons last all night you get
You pour booze, eat drugs, punch your neighbor in the nose
Souls are already screaming for mercy death at the door
Mulkut screams it's already night Eastern Finland is in a hurry
By night, mersu thanks a woman for fucking
Grants are left behind, the lives of midwives Me
I went out to the fair, I'm in a rush to leave
I light a cigarette even though the pack is empty
The dog's bark took the money and my stomach is pinching
Hood on the head one and two bends on the belt nicks and naks
Where does the bank lady draw money into her pocket
Wrists open and men to the limit
With the death of face-offs we move to overtime
Wrists open and men to the limit
With the death of face-offs we go to overtime
Wrists open and men to the limit
With the death of face-offs we go to overtime
Wrists open and men to the limit
With the death of face-offs we go to overtime< br/>

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