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Back To The People Lyrics by Infected
Back To The People by Infected
Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes
Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings
Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing
That's all you can see
All this food
In my mood
Eat just fried potatoes with meat
And you'll newer have liquid shit
Understand it don't be so fool
Diarrhoea isn't so cool
Inside her ass
Who will pay?
Don't you think somebody is in
Toilet's busy that's what I mean
And this words on that door "don't push!"
So come on defecate in that bush
Crouds of people arae walking the street
There is no place where you can put your shit
Brown tormentor is pressing your ass
Shit hits your pants - it is your brown death