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Madman is the strongest in the gang
While Zylu is the king of steroids
The killer’s ball is on at McDonald's
Path after path

The neck bulges
Gold envelops the body
Engines are heating up
Inhaling Bielsko-Biała

Dopey Bolo isn’t from Mensa
A thick jumper tucked into his pants
The moustache under his nose wavers
He questions himself

Green with complaints
A foamy old curmudgeon
Only stupid questions
And stupid answers

This is neither weight nor number—
So says Andrzej Jegliczka

Hey you, up in heaven
Please lend me your comb
Chairman Chaos has a heart pierced by an arrow
And at the end of this fanfare, pops out of my drawer

The existential puke
I shove my entire sleeve into my mouth
The existential puke
I shove my entire sleeve into my mouth

His tie comes out his nose
I feel organic disgust
The dandy staggers with a cigarette
The same old talk

Tête-à-tête with a gambler
Zero zeros out with zero
My banker’s banker
Isn’t my banker

And when the night begins
I carousel with the stars
You beautifully reach out your hand
For a bouquet of flowers from the ATM

Peek-a-boo
And here
Peek-a-boo

The third common disaster
A tragically obvious thing
No longer Catholic, but thieving
A V sign with two fingers

Like the average Pole
In the national sketch
Wise after the event
Worried after the match

All Polish holy mothers
Rhyme like nursery verses

Hey you, up in heaven
Please lend me your comb
Chairman Chaos has a heart pierced by an arrow
And at the end of this fanfare, pops out of my drawer

The existential puke
I shove my entire sleeve into my mouth
The existential puke

Hey you, up in heaven
Please lend me your comb
Chairman Chaos has a heart pierced by an arrow
And at the end of this fanfare, pops out of my drawer

The existential puke
I shove my entire sleeve into my mouth
The existential puke

The existential puke
I shove my entire sleeve into my mouth
The existential puke
I shove my entire sleeve into my mouth (choo, choo!)