Every time I think that
Im the only one whos lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
And then along comes mary
And does she
I am an arms dealer.
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care, which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms
Tva sa prosto yupi mizerni amerikanski teenove,koito se 4udqt kak da privlekat vnimanie i si rejat venite,pravqt si pri4eski i se obli4at tumno....ebati koito priema na seriozno toq shit trqbva da e basi tupoto lamer4e