Brown Gargantuan
ItćŻ beginning.
MotherćŻ cord is severed.
I am falling.
Break free from dependence, down,
to take it.
I council whatever.
You take it and run,
60 Miles an hour.
And break, your way.
Trusting, holding the world in your hands.
ItćŻ all gone,
itćŻ done, itćŻ over.
Passed on blame is over.
And your tears,
your tears donć° make me feel a thing.
ItćŻ deeper, youćŽe a child,
youćŽe a dad, a mother.
You motherfucked yourself again.
And break, away, your trusting.
Who told you life was easy?
Life is a selfish thing.
Life is a selfless thing.
Life is a selfish thing.
Life is a selfless, thing.
All the days, you were dead,
dead wrong.
All the ways, you have said,
said wrong.
All of the same, mistakes you made,
wrong.
Look for excuses.
Wait for your big break.
IćŚ turning my leaf over.
Life is a selfless thing.
Life is a selfish thing.
Life is a selfless thing.
Life, is a selfish thing now.
Pania Ziute poinformowala pewnego razu kolezanka, z inkasuje od meza oplaty za wspolzycie intymne, a uzyskane w ten sposob pieniadze przeznacza na nowe stroje. Ten system spodobal sie Ziucie i postanowila wyprobowac jeszcze tego samego wieczoru.
- Kosztuje to sto zlotych. Nasza sasiadka dawno juz tak bierze od swojego starego.
Mietek siegnal do portmonetki, ale znalazl tam tylko dwadziescia zlotych.
- Za to - powiedziala Ziuta - mozsz dostac buziaka i dwa razy mnie poglaskac.
Rad nierad Mietek otrzymal tylko tyle, za ile zaplacil, potem odwrocil sie do zony plecami i zabral do spania. Ziuta zaczela wiercic sie w lozku i po chwili potrzasnela meza za ramie:
- Nie spij, ty leniuchu, wstawaj szybko, idz do kuchni i pozycz sobie z domowej kasy, ile ci brakuje.
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