Agony

Some small change, it´s my plea please

Dirt inside nails and smelly breath

Greasy hair and indistinct speech

Shabby clothes and go to seed a body

We will not have wanted work

In the morning, in the night we roll about land

We sludge under the use, with piggish decide

We beg for small change, we have be hungry

Stand later with friend, and drink with him of bottle

Why do they care about it other

They have work and aren´t lazy

Some small change, it´s my plea please

Always find same fairy tale

It's bad luck only, nobody can´t for nothing

Nobody want nothing of anybody so much

A few small change only, let be light again

Daily agony and boredom are tiring

It isn´t nothing more it's waiting of death only

You want get some drink, it´s your sens of live

Rob somebody, stand thrashing sometimes

Why do they care about it other

They have work and aren´t lazy

Some small change, it´s my plea please

Draw near the winter and iced nights

Likes cut destroyed bodies grim reaper

In the sewer is full, and threaten typhoid

Some small change, it´s my plea please

Daily agony and boredom are tiring

It isn´t nothing more it's expectation of death only

You want get some drink, it´s your sens of live

Rob somebody, stand thrashing sometimes