Under the radioactive rain
Be aware you're gonna lose your hair
I'm so-so stinky like the air
Swallow the radio-shower, it's fair
When the poet is dead
Everything is said
When you're dead the party starts
You know it's fun to say nasty things
It's lack of confidence
Be confident now spread your wings
What shape do you want to take
God the cosmic bioinformational field
Kiss me my pillow lover
You'll be arrested later by the guilt
When the poet is dead
Everything is sad
The music scares i sing for myself
Money is energy
All my money ends
Gangbang my aura hope it mends
Afraid to fall asleep
When the spiritual personal growth hits
You can't see no sense, why feeding cats?
Fighting back is a mistake
There's hair on my fingers look at my hands
I forgot my face
There is no right, forgot your face
And didn't remember before your sight
It's a sad clown role, when you're dead you get back home
When the poet is dead everything is said!
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Under the radioactive rain
Be aware you're gonna lose your hair
I'm so-so stinky like the air
Swallow the radio-shower, it's fair
When the poet is dead
Everything is said
When you're dead the party starts
You know it's fun to say nasty things
It's lack of confidence
Be confident now spread your wings
What shape do you want to take
God the cosmic bioinformational field
Kiss me my pillow lover
You'll be arrested later by the guilt
When the poet is dead
Everything is sad
The music scares i sing for myself
Money is energy
All my money ends
Gangbang my aura hope it mends
Afraid to fall asleep
When the spiritual personal growth hits
You can't see no sense, why feeding cats?
Fighting back is a mistake
There's hair on my fingers look at my hands
I forgot my face
There is no right, forgot your face
And didn't remember before your sight
It's a sad clown role, when you're dead you get back home
When the poet is dead everything is said!
Be aware you're gonna lose your hair
I'm so-so stinky like the air
Swallow the radio-shower, it's fair
When the poet is dead
Everything is said
When you're dead the party starts
You know it's fun to say nasty things
It's lack of confidence
Be confident now spread your wings
What shape do you want to take
God the cosmic bioinformational field
Kiss me my pillow lover
You'll be arrested later by the guilt
When the poet is dead
Everything is sad
The music scares i sing for myself
Money is energy
All my money ends
Gangbang my aura hope it mends
Afraid to fall asleep
When the spiritual personal growth hits
You can't see no sense, why feeding cats?
Fighting back is a mistake
There's hair on my fingers look at my hands
I forgot my face
There is no right, forgot your face
And didn't remember before your sight
It's a sad clown role, when you're dead you get back home
When the poet is dead everything is said!
Writer: Arthur Balakirev
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid