Kylähullut - Kriitikoiden hautausmaa (Cemetary of the critics)


Hei sä pikku sielu, joka tiedostat
Ota hetkeks sormi perseestäs ennen kun lisää vouhotat
Ja mä kusen sun näppäimistöös, suhun istutan viruksen
Siitä kärsit sä hautaan asti, katkerasti kituen

Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Se sua odottaa
Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Sut sinne kuopataan

Yhtäkään sointua kitarasta irti saa sä et
Silti asiantuntemus vankka on kun saivartelet
Kun ei mitään muuta osaa, kantsii arvostella vaan
Näin impotentti naistenmieskin pääsee vaikuttaan

Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Se sua odottaa
Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Sut sinne kuopataan

Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Se sua odottaa
Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Sut sinne kuopataan
Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Se sua odottaa
Kriitikoiden hautausmaa
Sut sinne kuopataan




Angol:
- Do you help me get out of here?
- Don't even think about it!

Leila!

Hey,
You little soul, who inform,
Take your finger off your ass
Before you make a fuss.

And I urinate on your keyboard,
I plant virus in you,
You will suffer from it all the way to the grave,
Misery bitter.

Cemetery of the critics,
It's waiting for you,
Cemetery of the critics,
You will be burried there.

You can't take a single chord from the guitar,
In spite of that dexterity being strong, you pedant,
When you can't do nothing else, support just judge,
In this way powerless ladies' man get have an effect.

Cemetery of the critics,
It's waiting for you,
Cemetery of the critics,
You will be burried there.

Cemetery of the critics,
It's waiting for you,
Cemetery of the critics,
You will be burried there.

Cemetery of the critics,
It's waiting for you,
Cemetery of the critics,
You will be burried there.

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