Грязь. Политика и деньги, деньги и политика... Грязь, грязь, грязь. Дерьмо, гавно и мерзость. На крови.
Sweet child in time, you see the line,
Line drawn between good and bad.
You see the blind man shooting at the world -
Bullets flying, taking toll.
If you've been bad - oh, I bet you have! -
And you've not been hit by flying led,
You'd better close your eyes, bow your head!..
And wait for the ricochet...
