Bullshit, bullshit, stupid bullshit sounds every day. A fucking, fucking stink smells everywhere. Wake up, oh wake up! It isnt too late now. For your disablement will soon be your death. Spit tablesin a dirty pub full ashtrays and your stench. On the same chair every day. A lot of plans and ideas only among the words. ...And days, weeks like years are running away. A tergiversations are your acts its the acme of your existence. Move you lazy bum from the pub. Change your empty life. You are a hero only in the dive. You are a bigmouth corpse. Bigmouth corpses. They are for shit the losers from a pubs are dying alive.
pub, bigmouth, bullshit, tablesin, tergiversation