классика! (14 Sept 1967)

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Two heads can be put together./ And you can fill both your feet with sand. / Noone will know you've gutted your mind / but what will you do with your bloody hands?/ Your lions are fighting with chairs, / your arms are incredibly fat; / Your women are tired of dying alive / if you've had any women at that.
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head / List'ning for signs of life; /Children are sucking on stone and lead / And chasing their hoops with a knife;/ New breasts and jewels for the girl,/ Keep them polished and shining; /Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,/ For no child of mine.