Bashi Achuki - Kordz & Bedford Falls

He says it's the chance of a lifetime Now, you listen to me I don't want any plastics And I don't want any ground floors And I don't want to get married, ever, to anyone You understand that? I want to do what I want to do And you're And you're

რა მაგარია, ცაზე ხანძარია სერაფიმები სეირით ტკბებიან ნუ აიჩემეთ, ვერ აგვიფეთქებთ თავს მე ვარ ელია, ვის უბეშიც გველია ზესაკრალური სანტავიკი მაკრია სკაფანდრი მადგას, ვერ ამიფეთქებ თავს მოვა მესია, ის კეიტ მოსია ამფეტამინზე, ტაბლოიდებიდან იგალობებს ხმა, ნუ აგვიფეთქებ თავს Lights up, შედიხარ, ზოგჯერ ღმერთი ხარ ადონაი გქვია? ვის რაში უნდიხარ? ნუ აიჩემე, ვერ აგვიფეთქებ თავს როცა ცა იწვის ჯორდანო ბრუნავს სასაფლაოზე ზუკოს წვენს წრუპავს აგნოსტიკია, ვერ აიფეთქებს თავს სპანჯბობს პატრიკი, ვამპირს ნიორი შენს პირს შაქარი და გალაკტიონი მე "კოკა-კოლა" დიაბეტური

I could be a god Pardon, roll over little child Roll over back in time And thanks a lot My tinder bio says I'm like DaVinci on drugs I could be a made man According to my ego I look better than Peter O'toole I said, Oh, my my my My my my My money Where's all my money gone Where's all my money gone Where's all my money As we're mixing up the medicine for government spark A trial and tribulation of a perfect god My homeland version of the pope is gay as fuck But if ain't that lovely, yeah I hear you plead the lord Saying, please don't blow our heads up I hear you plead the lord Saying, please don't blow our heads up As we're mixing up the medicine for government spark A trial and tribulation of a perfect god My homeland version of the pope is gay as fuck But if ain't that lovely Ain't that lovely ain't that lovely Ain't that lovely ain't that free Oh, I could be a god Pardon, roll over little child Roll over back in time And thanks a lot Man, if I had the power and the glory Then I think I would love to end you I would love to end you I would love to end you I would love to end you Right about now

Shake up your big bleak head; Open your eyes wide up instead; Own a mansion, big sports car; How did you even get this far? A young man has to marry a wife; Work out plans for luxurious life; Fasten your seatbelts, here we come You won't be the same when we are done; Some say this locked up door Is bound to open for a day or more Work hard, man, fix your bore She's bound to be happy than she was before Working fathers, screaming mothers Ain't nothing but stream of bothers; Red bomb shelters, rent collectors, Don't even try you won't forget us; My oh my, what a perfect time To spend it by all the babies of mine; My oh my, what a perfect time To spend it by all the babies of mine; The babies of mine are not mine; The babies of mine are not mine; (Vidal Loco, Vidal Loco) Extremely close, extremely loud Gonna make my neighbors proud; Hang myself with a guitar string; Jesus Christ is the next big thing; Blonde attack is on the news Crooked smile for being abused; Lovely games for lovely folks Laughing stakes for clueless jokes; My oh my, what a perfect time; My oh my, what a perfect time; My oh my, what a perfect time To spend it by all the babies of mine; My oh my, what a perfect time To spend it by all the babies of mine; The babies of mine are not mine; The babies of mine are not mine; Run rabbit run but you can't hide All the fears piled up inside; What's the point of being so kind Coca-cola heels your mind; Death to all who dream of life Giving up without a fight; To those who feel betrayed and stuck This nation will rise up; This nation will rise up; This nation will rise up; (The babies of mine are not mine, The babies of mine are not mine) We' so disappointed; We' so disappointed; Shake up your big bleak head; Open your eyes wide up instead; Own a mansion, big sports car; How did you even get this far? A young man has to marry a wife; Work out plans for luxurious life; Fasten your seatbelts, here we come You won't be the same when we are done;

Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river Cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I'm addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man's statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god Was all of it worth it? Don't stand in the doorway Oh, don't block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten They're drowning in the water Where's the beauty in your ordinary life? We're fallen idols Begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence Hope you buy our record Don't let somebody else take our place