Eternal Questions Of Existence

Run away from hell Please,excuse my smell Listen,now I'm dead f**k my if I sad [CHORUS:] Why You have to give You've to forgive You have to live I can fly around Pleaced of the ground I can see my friends Frig their balls with hands [CHORUS] It's my funeral Ican see it all Look - it's me in this coffin,I'm deaad All this bastards pretend as thay sad f**k my aunt,It's so terrible sound Oh,It's me,I'm at least under ground You know what I mean It feel like in dream You free and don't care What stuff you've to wear Come on join me my friend You'll find promised land This bastards will s*ck We'll newer could give a f**k...