У кожній компанії є той самий чувак. Наміри в нього, може, й добрі, але щойно він з’являється на горизонті — все летить шкереберть. Він може хильнути зайвого просто для вайбу, забути малого в супермаркеті, перетворити шашлики на вугілля, а в понеділок проспати епічний серверний апокаліпсис. Але карма працює без вихідних — і найчастіше прилітає у вигляді пательні від дружини!
Слухати тут: Thrushes
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The oven is hot and the sausage is frying,
His wife in a mud mask is quite terrifying.
My pal took a shot as he walked out the door,
And left his own kid at the grocery store!
Frying pan just flew!
Pal was black and blue!
Pal was black and blue!
My pal was black and blue!
The thrushes are back and the sky's bright and clear,
We haven't yet eaten, we're running on beer.
The grass is so green and I'm smoking my stash,
My pal burned the barbecue meat into ash!
Thrushes holler too!
Pal was black and blue!
Pal was black and blue!
My pal was black and blue!
The office is buzzing like bees in a hive,
The server crashed hard and will never survive.
My pal had a hangover, stayed in bed,
He fucked up his Monday, he's hanging by a thread!
Orchards bloom anew!
Pal was black and blue!
Pal was black and blue!
My pal was black and blue!
Thrushes holler too!
Pal was black and blue!
Pal was black and blue!
My pal was black and blue!
Thrushes holler too!
Pal was black and blue!
Pal was black and blue!
My pal was black and blue!