You're walking through the city like a kingYou can't see much from your heightAnd I have a luxurious one for you,Mr. Me and the whole world have some not-so-nice news for youYour world is starting to burnBecause my world has been burning for a long time.It's burningThis time it's not fireworksIt's not sparklersYou look at the kitchen knifeThe knife you cut the meat withBefore you put it on the spitI have some not so nice news for youSmug with yourself Mr.I am that knifeYour world is starting to burnBecause my world has been burning for a long timeThis together it's not fireworks, it's not sparklersYour world is starting to burnBecause my world has been burning for a long timeIt's burningLuxury Mr.Your world is starting to burn.It's burningYour world is burningBecause my world has been burning for a long timeYou don't know because you've never tried to knowTouch my worldYou have big wooden windows at homeBut those eyes are all in steel barsYou shave your face with a razor bladeAnd I still hear the laughter of your loyal admirersBefore you put on your suitBefore you tie your tieYou will make a perfect move like a tennis playerA perfect move with your free handI have some not-so-nice news for youMy luxurious gentlemanI am that razor bladeIt's not fake newsBecause it's already been provenYour world is starting to burnJust like my world has been burning for a long timeYour world is starting to burn burnBecause my world has been burning for a long timeThis time it's not fireworksIt's not sparklersYour world is starting to burnBecause my world has been burning for a long timeYour worldIt's burningJust like my worldIt's been burning for a long timeLuxurious Mr.It's burningLook, listen.They are not equal.Normal people.They are not equal.Look, listen.Turn on your thinkingThey are not equal toNormal peopleThey are not equal to Normal people It's an abyss It's pure rubble And hell Look Listen Pet shop boys And Freddie MercuryIdiot They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal Daddy's boy Agora's peThey are not equalAnd what will you do? Internet expertasks me What will you do If your son If your daughter Tells you that they are like them What will you do Idiot Turn on your thinking What will you do to themI say, I'll make them dinner,I'll give them dessert,I'll tell them to finish reading the books, They've done their homework,They've studied a bit,I'll do it,I'll do it,And you continue with yours,Idiot.They are not equalNormal people they are not equalThey are not equalIt's an abyssTurn on your thinkingThey are not equalNormal peopleThey are not equalStormand dustDustThat's EverywhereDustThat You're Drowning In,IdiotWhat will you do nowIf your daughterIf your sonThey tell you while sitting at the tableThat they are just like themIdiotThis is the abyssThey are not equalI say I will make them dinnerI will give them dessertI will tell them to finish reading the booksThey did their homework They studieda littleI will hug them tightly I will put themto bed sleepI will say goodnightI will wish them beautiful dreamsAbout a harmless utopiaWhere everyone respects each otherIdiot what will you do nowThis is the abyssYou idiot, Daddy's boy,Agora's petI dot the "i" and present my captivity thateats me from the inside like bark beetles,butts pressed into a new suede armchair, my head onan oak table I jump like a record on an adapterI jump like a parachute jumper over my houseWhat is not written down,so I have a Field of Performance quite big, please, a storm of applauseAt a high temperature, remove my bondage like a chicken needle, which gives pure distortion Wordswith my weapon, let's start eating like a spagetti western version number one, testIf you have a tester running, limit my bondage, send it to meStraight into space, my bondage In a crazy circle, turn offthe field protective and smoldering because I need oxygen to breathe ehe eheBondage as small as Scrapbook rolls but pamperedLike TV idols, redundant like closet mothsCell phones conversations drip drip my bondageLet's go into the rainLet's go into the rainLet's go into the rainLet's go into the rainTo wet my bondage and your bondageAnd let's go into the rainDude, the phone rings and starts againNew myths and your little mythology that won't be able to bind me Youproduce new trends, you take photos of themA lipstick bag lipstick sucks I have the style of the firstattempt I shoot words from an electric tubeAnd you want to instill me somewhere you want a definition my Blood groupwhich you know what it sounds like because it bangs against your membranes and the beat is thickIt stuck to you like a layer of tinder to a treeAnd you would love to tie my hands with a pentelToo pop for the underground Too much underground for the popA stream without any illusions before I wake up in the right placeYou want to buy me a coffin, arrange me like a violin in a caseThe final nail in my talent, which is becoming less andless popular on the radio, even for those who have a face but no faceNow commercials don't interrupt the music, it's the music of the commercialsIt interrupts everything is a commodityPop pop pop shines and passes awayLet's go in the rainLet's go in the rain Let'sgo in the rain Let's go in the rainLet's go in the rainLet's go in the rainLet's go in the rainLet's go in the rainAdvertisements on the pole, advertisements on the shirt, in the pool of unnecessary recordings.Advertisements on the ass and cookies, we count the banknotes, is that enough?Or not, or throw to the target and immediately get the number 10? It's impossible.You have to run, thump, thump, and you only have a moment, thump, thump, faxes are fast.Photocopiers, we burn discs illegally in nero galeria mokotów redShirts pot fashionable headband hat siub siub and faster fasterKnock knock guests dinner sleep sleep don't wheeze don't snoreAlarm clock get up in the morning shoes pants shirt run treeNumber 1 tree number 2 tree number 3 tree number 27 I don't want ehe eheLet's go into the rainLet's go into the rainLet's go into the rainLet's go into the rain Let's go into the rainLet's get wet my bondage Your little big bondageMy your bondage I don't want to, Idon't want to,I don't want toI'm driving a car, I'm traveling wide ratherI open the window so everyone can hear that I'm a guySo I'm driving a car, I'm listening to Beastie BoysBad Brains or De La SoulGenerally, I'm usually a guyI look around and see young people standing at the bus stopAnd I like young people because youth is hopeBecause youth is the hope of this worldThey are smoking cigarettes, electric ones, and they are looking at meSo I make the volume louder and I see that they are staringPride, pride, pride, they probably recognize meThat's what I'm thinking in this old head of mineThey probably have mine records on Tidal or they saw me on YouTubeSo I wave at them, making a stern faceThey don't wave back, it probably drove them into the ground, got them stuck Theyprobably think: it's him, it's him, it's him and I'm still walking so proudlyAnd I hear through the window, open window, I hear them shouting something at meSo I turn down the music, I pass the stop and continue proudly glidingAnd I hear them shouting after meOK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?Ha, ha, but old Boomerthe Jug and the old foolOK, OK Boomer!Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skillsWhat are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling youOK Boomer! They call me not very affectionatelyNice jug and old foolWhat an old Boomer! Old BoomerI'm driving a car, I'm driving around rather wideopen window is always coolFame, glitter, prestige and money, hmm I don't thinkany of this will be the end for which the world died Tony StarkLoan in francs still unpaid, savings eaten by CovidI'm looking for my brain, yes like a farmer looking for a wife, I update my Instastories,I come to terms with being bald, just like the fans of Wisła and Cracovia,And I drive around in a wagon, and I'm heading towards nothingnessOK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?Ha ha, but old BoomerJug and old foolOK, OK Boomer!Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skillsWhat are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling youOK Boomer! They call me not very affectionatelyNice jug and old foolWhat an old Boomer! OK Boomer!The world is on fire, let it burnI was raised by catechesis, raised by capitalismHeavy metal, Morbid Angel and KreatorAnd a dog called Szarik and a cat that said: hator, hator, hatorThe history of my browser is the history of my lifeOnline Zara Home, " "Such things only in Russia" and right-wing portals.Is that Mr. Wąglewski? - asks the courierAnd I buy toilet paper at RossmannAt Orlen I drink black coffee and I'm heading towards nothingnessAnd the world is burning - let it burnAnd I like youth, because youth is hopeBecause youth is the hope of this worldOK Boomer! Please sit down, don't lean out, don't talk,and graciously and quietly, without noise and sparks,get the fuck outOK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all?Ha ha, but old BoomerJug and old foolOK, OK Boomer!Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skillsWhat are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling youOK Boomer! They call me not very affectionatelyNice jug and old foolWhat an old Boomer! OK Boomer!What an old Boomer!Forget about those who hurt youWhen it was getting dark, as if there had been no summerI don't have skin thick enough for it not to hit a sensitive spotI know something about it, believe me, I know something about itYour loved ones betrayed youAnd strangers seemed to be standing behind a fogIt's a bit like playing dodgeballuntil the ball touches youand you come off the pitch beaten like a dogWhen it starts to get darkAnd my hand will cover you like a wingIt will protect you from dark water, murky waterRestForget about those who hurt youDark water, murky waterIn your eyes full of fearRestForget those who hurt youMurky water, dark waterIn your eyes full of fearWe have supported each other for so many yearsWhat is sacred between usEven though I am losing faithMy faith is fadingWhen I look into your eyesAngels from other worldsSpin in my head like a blenderSave me from the fireWhen I lie alone in the bedroomThe fire licks the window sills and curtainsIt's a bit like dodgeballI'm waiting for the ball to touch meand I'll walk off the field beaten like a dogIt's a bit like dodgeball (dodgeball)When it starts to get darkAnd my hand like a wing will cover youIt will protect you from the dark water, murky waterRestForget about those who hurt youDark water, murky waterIn your eyes full of fearRestForget those who hurt youMurky water, dark waterIn your eyes full of fearGentlemen, ladies, let me introduce you toMr. ef, count, honey, a miracle, as unique as the PESEL number,Dear Ladies, they say "you have become as old as my home PC"And here is my dossierSo you know where the rushcomes from This is how "piar" worksThe pillar that holds the business in its handCheers, cheers, sir EfAnd not Marcinkiewicz, Prime MinisterI am an eternal child, as light as a feather, like a balloon soaked in helium,Mr. Ef, but not from MARILLONOne in a million, the Bastille is burningSomewhere in the center of WarsawA big child who has this habitof shooting a series of associations like a rifleOnce upon a time in kindergarten, a little clever rascalWhat he says sorry when he makes a stinkAnd he's not a top student or a mother's boyHe's not an omnibus guy who reports to himTo gain admiration among the group of teachersToday kids greet each other in kindergarten with "elo bro"They want to be rappers sit all the time on a bench somewhere in front of the housePale from the screens like corpsesSoaked in sensation like a screen petNon-stop 24 hours a day like TVN24And there's the world of elites, bloody like merry.The world of invectives.Like Rutkowski's detective. Hishealth isfailing. Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy? Am I a child and they are so mature?We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.Tell us, people, are you ready.Cold nerves and hearts like prod.Big kids, little hooligans.Grenades in our mouths can burn us.A huge school bag with Peter Pan.Cast dumplings.Hearts with marzipan.Brushing your teeth, as annoying as junk.Turbo rubber, that was the idea."Halo, halo" through the toki elbows.Goat jumping, first caps .Peace Race on the sofa.Sentiments like that.I start the saltpeter sideburns myself.It's me, the eternal lord. kidWith a backpack bigger thana bag in hand todayThe world of duplo kidilendsNot Mr. Tiki Tak and PewexRainbow Muzik Box was an embarrassmentBeastie Boys Sonic Youth patches on anklesAnkles are backpacksBestseller on the market like a Polish plumberLook at these talking headsHowl pouring water logs under my feetI prefer KidilendaSentiments as hot as prodiżI don't read newspapers I don't watch TVWhen I look over my shoulder I can't help but wonderIs it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy?We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.Tell us, people, are you ready.Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz.Big kids, little hooligans.Grenades in our mouths can burn us.Mr. eternal big kidWith a school bag on his backThe kids are shouting after me"Hey, you tall boy, why are you so excited"Kickflip 180 nose slides on the benchesNo right to colorWhat tied my hands like a straightjacketThe first Sanyo color TV"The program will continue in a moment" "Wonderful years" "Scary people"With a skateboard under his arm, a little man thin as a stickPlease don't come here because it's noisy like a factory hallThey have regulationsAnd we have grenades in our mouths that can fire themShady types who want to clean our moraleTell us again that they are colorful it means gray.Divide us like no one has ever done before.Heal your complexes. I've had it beforeIs it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazyAnd we have grenades in our mouths that can burn us.Tell us, people, are you ready.Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz.Big kids, little hooligans. Grenades in our mouths can burn us.Here's my hot blood like a boilerPlasma sticks like glue, shines like a spoilerI'm not a saint, you know like MolièreI've got a few grams cut into foilTell me if you have blood A river of bloodas red as CampariHot as brie on toastHemoglobin that shimmers like fire with the red of the lipsOxygen carried from the lungsLike a tea dour wandering down a glass From the lungs to the tissues through a vein the soundis transmitted What leaves a mark on your skin like asledrunner You're my dye, blood dye Erythrocyte that pounds my marrowBlood in my veins like frames in a caseRadiates into your field like a fluid Idon't drink bloodlike SiegfriedI'm white in it like a leukocyteBlood rages like tribunes, like typhoons in AsiaBlood...[Verse 2]Blood, my blood is crazy about it Dogs have more style than people who spill blood They wash off their hands like you wash off make-upShuruburu doesn't leave a mark on his handsAnd there's a hole in the soul, soak your conscience like awashing machine Wash the bloodoff your suit, wash it off with pursed lipsIt's not anarchy, it'sa black marchTo kill your conscience, squash like stuffing, like SARS lungs And you have a sparklershining in your hair Shines like a projector in cinemas like devotionalitems Collar starch, tie flutters and hangs like genitals Skin wrinklesand cracks like enamelAnd the war drags on like a "Fashion for Success"So how do you want it? How do you want to wash the blood from your hands?You might also likePlastic (Bonus Track)Fisz EmadeBestsellerFisz EmadeTracesFisz Emade[Verse 3]I'm yours now, in a moment and thenThen mixed with blood That's how I carry out my stratagem Idon't comment like a fashion creator, I'm a constentWhat doesn't spill blood unless it's in the Polish Red Cross where my DNACirculates like a bottlecap on the pavement Thick blood, thick as a line of blocksThat rubs against the air like a palm tree burns, 'cause it's a wild jungleIn which the pressure jumps like a mandible, like a clueIn a blood pressure monitor that goes up like an aeronautWhen you're so closeBlood boils hot, it's like magmaIt won't pass us by like a Germany-Russiagas pipeline It's not a dirty game on emotions[Chorus]It's my blood drunk from my mouth Tested across, tested along My blood drunk from my mouthTested across, tested alongBlood...