Ram - Overdose - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The bells aren't ringing for me.

All the propaganda, the background news, aren't for me.

They say I have to change, I have to do it or die.

I've expanded my vocabulary to live, not to play catch-up.

It's a noose, work—a noose, worries all in a row.

This noose is already around my neck, with my balance below zero.

There they teach Afghans to shoot, they teach Somalis to shoot,

They teach all the Syrians, Americans, and others to shoot me in the face.

I don't want to believe in the call of the Motherland.

A priest knocked out my teeth for having Parkinson's disease.

I'm being flogged for the Jesus-like bastard, for my tattoos, for rap and surrealism.

For trying to breathe and live, I'll definitely be hauled to court (hey!)

But I don't regret all these years.

When I didn't have enough bread, I slaughtered nonferrous metal. I'd go for containers at night, and in the morning back to the crypt,

So that in 20 years the urine would hit my skull,

And I'll overdose on you!

Too cruel, shameless, and violent, as if life had just taken a toll.

You look at me like I'm in a shark's mouth, like a victim on a gun.

But that's true, I'm an atheist and a scumbag.

Without fanaticism, I disdain even to move my wrist to porn.

I need more; I haven't had my fill of gunpowder.

I haven't gotten myself into a tizzy in back alleys and back alleys for two words.

I've beaten up bulls twice my weight -

It's worth it, even if it hurt.

What would have happened if, back then, at nine years old,

I hadn't answered to the authority figure at the orphanage for a pair of sneakers? What if I hadn't wanted to fight back then, in front of a crowd of cadets?

They would have brought us to our knees.

In the entryways, we beat each other, homeless people, and girlfriends.

Where did that new scar on my face come from, that chain and tattoo?

My conscience melts in my mouth with nicotine and Dew.

Stealing and fighting—that's all I knew how to do,

Better than anyone in my crew!

But I don't regret all those years.

When I didn't have enough bread, I cut nonferrous metal.

I went shopping for containers at night, and in the morning, back to the crypt.

So that in 20 years the urine hits your skull,

And I overdose on you!

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

I'm illegally knocking everyone's heads off. You won't take me out, you won't replace me, -

I'll be my personal overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

I'm illegally driving everyone crazy.

You won't take me out, you won't replace me, -

I'll be my personal overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

I'm illegally driving everyone crazy.

You won't take me out, you won't replace me, -

I'll be my personal overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

It seemed such a painfully familiar overdose.

I'm illegally driving everyone crazy.

You won't take me out, you won't replace me, -

I'll be my personal...

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

This isn't Monaco, this is Baghdad!