Gruzja - 800 ZŁ

Eight hundred
Eight words
And fuck you
Into our hands
We’ll take the whip for Warsaw

We’ll drive the crowd
We’ll speed the train
To Kraków for trial
About dignity

Oh dignity
The cum of gods
Dry
Dry

And the rest I will wash

I’ll soak and soften
Wring out, endure
I’ll hand till I’m dry
Iron it, work it
Into the shape and harrasment
From all the women
I collect memories
Especially of my mother
Where I’m sweet and beloved

And the rest I’ll wash