There is no chemistry and only money,
And all the chemistry I see
Is this white powder. So, please, honey,
Sniff it all ’cause you’re looking sick.
Here is my Franklin, there’s my Caddy,
Roll it up, put coke on my iPhone,
For sure we’re becoming buddies,
Except tomorrow you’ll wake up alone.
Some reckless driving, blowjob while we’re waiting
For traffic lights to give us greener life.
Fuck it. I know where it’s getting,
I’m here to have fun, not to survive.
I pushed gas pedal, tires are now burning,
We’ve waken up half of neighborhood,
I see, i feel that it is coming,
It’s very, very, very, very good.
Except it’s not. We’ll end up in jail,
In cosy grave, or somewhere in the sea.
No chemistry. No love. Another fail.
Another chance to think what’s wrong with me.
This girl has nuclear power right in her arms,
But she doesn’t bother at all.
Her body, her soul are the reasons of wars,
She knows it, so she controls…
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Red buttons… are under her fingernails.
Red hair… gathered in a ponytail.
Red high heels… are the target desire,
Her nuclear power is waking up fire.
For sure, she’ll melt down my heart,
And radiation will hit us so hard,
But we will survive, half life will last,
Built on the top of wastelands from past.
I never had any problems
When I was talking with girls.
I was always honest,
And I loved them all.
It happened ten times,
Or, maybe, some more.
Love died, I was blind,
I’m yelling: c’mon,…
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Heaven, send me someone new.
Don’t worry, I will wait for you.
Someone with clear and open mind
Is going down to me like an angel from skies.
I changed how I work and play,
I watch for what i’m saying,
And still have no answers for the questions I ask,
Among this disaster I’m looking to skies.
There are people with dreams, full of their passion,
Living for years with someone they love.
Unlike any others they have connections,
And even pray for lord who’s above.
Being always in trusted, friendly environments,
They’re raising children and joking sometimes.
Their jokes are funny and entertain us,
So we are laughing and starting to cry.
They love their work, hangouts and camping.
They’re watching movies and sometimes TV.
It all together, with lovers and friends,
Discussing what’s shown and what have they seen.
They’re sharing their bread with those who’s been broken,
With people with problems, those who’s in need,
Receiving their blessings and still telling jokes
About this world and their place in it.
They’re not getting older, as they live forever,
Preserved in minds of people like them,
In tombstones, jokes, various letters,
They used to write to again and again.
And this is our nature. It should be so clear,
As sky in July’s hot summer days.
But we are here, and we’re still in fear
And dying alone in a different ways.