…sorrow faces, its for you a new game, you really make the suffer laye on their beds, you really i guess fed your old friends, like some guy, you are just present, when you get layed, its really not any kind of love, you like sex and money, i ts enough for you and your friends, who get the kick of it.…

…there is so much substance abuse! First they said: "Sniff tricoloo, it's really where it's at" Then they said: "Smoke weed it's even better than that" Then we ran real fast and knocked some grannies out for cash Just so…

…. I HAVE AN OBSESSION FOR YOUR BODY, I WORK TO SEE YOU NAKED, AND FEEL YOUR BODY. BEING WITH YOU, MAKES ME SOFT, I WAIT YOU HOME AND REST MY BODY. I HOPE THIS FEELING NEVER VANISH. YOU REALLY KNOW ALL GOOD SEX, I WANT…

…You dont need to suffer from violence, they make money of it, with their friends, they beat humans, at their rooms, they want sex, even they have their own problems, no-one wants to see them, its about the problems and…

…people like old days, you came from russian, to run your own games. You are all from same backgrounds, carelia or estonia, same cars, you all play with heath all days, you beat sex crimes and humiliate people, all over the place, you have agenda to follow, its all criminal, you see everything, but it fits for you, ' every day.…

…You all tell how good you are, in everything, i know you from the youth, you were the same, already then, you beated the women, and drive with cars over them, to prevent their sex, to have a new patiences to the…

…try to find this feeling Sex while a taxi ride You and I on the hot back seat What a drive, what a summer night! Making love on all four wheels Sex while a taxi ride Steamy windows roll the street There's no reason to be…

…to watch it, its winter war, you have learned to cure it all, its still illegal, you hit the people all day long. You really prevent peoples life, you and your friends, attack them, all the nights, you like to arrange a…

…I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of…