Distemper - Hawker lyrics

Only yesterday you left the schooling canteen, And you get in fashionable restaurant, All your life you tried to learn to use the condom, To mammy said to you. Happy f**ing life had fallen on your sick head, Nether work and no learning you could touch, Crazy dollars jump in to your fuchking pocket, Spit on all your talents. It will be better to make some small cribs, It will be better to learn theorems, Instead of staying on foolish bazaar, Instead of a big lunk. It will be better to make some small cribs, It will be better to learn theorems, Instead of sail quick – frozen meat, Instead of swear on me. Only what have done, will never be returned, Our destiny can be for us so cruel, On your course of life you meet with different people, Clear and some dirty. Time pa**ed and only one you have in pocket, In the light of dream, of pills and pain, In your stall on f**ing sale market place, Recollect your school days. It will be better to make some small cribs, It will be better to learn theorems, Instead of staying on foolish bazaar, Instead of a big lunk. It will be better to make some small cribs, It will be better to learn theorems, Instead of sail quick – frozen meat, Instead of swear on me.