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Liquid-eyed little man
Will you ever wipe away
The venom in that smile?
The infection in your brain?

Soul corruption, petty hopes
In the middle of nowhere
Playing games, already lost
Little loser, big loker

Little big-headed man
I bet the mirror is merciless
But mama cooks and lies for you
On Sundays, day of sinners

Foreign stories, never heard
Your twisted mind won't understand
A dirty field of weapons
Your home land has become

The haven of depravations, endogamy
Land of cranes
You mama calls it "home"
Of black pudding and bugbrains

Little big-headed man
I bet the mirror is merciless
But mama cooks and lies for you
On Sundays, day of sinners

There's no female to please you
There's no god to forgive you
There's no female to please you
There's no god to forgive you
And I... I don't give a fuck

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