Pidżama Porno - Bal u senatora '93

At the senator’s, a grand ball
Everyone's dancing, everyone knows each other
There’s already over a thousand pairs
The familiar melody plays beautifully

In the hall, there’s three of us
Baldie, me, and Anka
We’ve got our weapons well-hidden
Our throats are clenched tight

We don't say anything
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Massively overweight ladies
Shuffling cards for the gentlemen MPs
No one has anything to say here
Though everyone’s shouting loudly

History has forgotten about us
Poverty calls us by name
Even though we've sold everything
That could be sold

We don't say anything
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Even the president himself has climbed up on the table
Cheers and applause never cease
The pals from the underground have gotten wasted
They’re tearing off the heroes’ masks

We know well what game’s being played
And we look for each other more often
Our time is slowly approaching
Our hands itch stronger and stronger

We don't say anything
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At the senator’s, the ball is ending
The champagne Kama Sutra cools down
From behind the hems comes the sound of retching
Sweat-drenched furs stink
Sweat-drenched furs stink

In the hall, there’s three of us
Baldie, me, and Anka
Each of us holds a knife in hand
Throats drool with slashes

We don't say anything
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