Słoń - Syfilis

(And now we have something for our Little Ones.
Hello dear children, we have three short stories for you, COME JOIN US)
HEY...

1.
It's a trip to the rotten world of stinking streets
The breath of an old whore, reeks of hobos' dicks
Tarantula venom, starving rats
Venereal diseases crawl out of her reproductive hole
An insensitive client plows her like a plow
It's the sixteenth night in a row, she's already collapsing
Smells like a corpse, hasn't washed since Tuesday
Pubic dandruff, fungus, and scurvy
Her body is slowly rotting from the inside
Spreads syphilis, stinks like a butt
You wouldn't touch her with a stick, I know it for sure
Yet there are those who pay to eat her shit
Mmmm... The scenario is dark
A young Korean woman, a donkey, and two dwarfs
Values are dead, man is an animal
Nurses put a baby in their pocket

Chorus:
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dam-dam
God has abandoned us, money is our master
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dari-rej
Teen mothers sniff glue in doorways
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dam-dam
Infection has invaded the wounds
Dam-diri-dam-diri-dari-dari-rej
(This type of shit, it happens every day)

2.
A stinking couple of junkies beg at the bus stop
Pitiful legends of Polish punk
They went bankrupt today (like for like)
When they have enough, they buy heroin
Rotten wounds from dirty needles
Her syphilis mixes with his triple infection
It smells horrendous, a swarm of flies around
A toothless girl in her third month of pregnancy
Eyes in a fog, she miscarried again
Blood flows down her dirty thighs
He, like a living corpse, moves slowly forward
Nothing matters more than heroin hunger
An ulcer bursts in his stomach
Terrible agony, he died in her arms
The young girl doesn't know sorrow
She took what he had and went far away

Chorus:
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dam-dam
God has abandoned us, money is our master
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dari-rej
Teen mothers sniff glue in doorways
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dam-dam
Infection has invaded the wounds
Dam-diri-dam-diri-dari-dari-rej
(This type of shit, it happens every day)

3.
An old man wipes sperm on his sleeve by the coffin
Fermentation comes from his lover
It was certain she wouldn't conceive
After all, she had been dead for over three weeks
Lying beneath him, looking motionlessly at the ceiling
He strokes her face gently while speaking to her
He always liked them cold, death aroused him
Eros Ramazzotti and dinners by candlelight
She was womanly even though she was dead
Kissing her blue lips, he pushed his tongue into her throat
A dead lover, the peak of his fantasies
He roamed nearby cemeteries at night
Local gravediggers hid in the bushes
He would no longer get laid, he got caught
Once caught, no one wanted to believe
The local necrophile turned out to be the Vicar
AMEN

(Dear ones, the most important thing about loving corpses is that they don't complain. Hahaha.)

Chorus:
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dam-dam
God has abandoned us, money is our master
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dari-rej
Teen mothers sniff glue in doorways
Dam-diri-dam-diri-diri-dam-dam
Infection has invaded the wounds
Dam-diri-dam-diri-dari-dari-rej
(This type of shit, it happens every day)