Scum by Waltari
(Whatta bam-bam, ...my body's ready to take you,
through our flooding snot, go!
Am I beaten?, you better funk me up!)
Think of a spot walkin' itself to the widest white it finds
oh shit - grappin' with its claws my burning flash,
oh mama come!
Looks like I'm doomed for real suffering
amma victim of a passion play
(fuck) I'm only able to crawl for the next few days
I'll be battered, beat through out like a slave
Not me, not me
This scum is damn rotten - and never for me
Not me, not me
This scum, no, it can't beat me
And no, I won't surrender, I'll beat it with tons of
pure whiskey inside my body, I will keep it starving,
I won't eat any healthy stuff
oh, my dear booze, it's like magic, seems like
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