Lyrics:
Квартет

The wind quartet howls softly My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects

How the god is mixed in The evil it does blend In this drink that we all taste. And when the bottle is gone I hope I can look upon All that I've done

Oh What a Savior. He gave his life's blood for even me. Once I was traying in since dark valley No hope within could I see But,they searched throught

We live on a mountain Right at the top There's beautiful view From the top of the mountain Every morning I walk towards the edge And throw little things

you motherfuckers live on stage here tonight I'd like to present the most intoxicated, most inbreezeiated Most anpissipated, group of our time the 40 Oz, Quartet

(Julia): I'm fed up with this world Pentangle knife My other me, Cantonine (MES): Question eight Dentist November (Julia): Question, you... (MES): The

) All: A model of decorum and tranquility Become like any other sport A battleground for rival ideologies To slug it out with glee. (Repeat singing in a quartet

Instrumental

[MOLOKOV] We wish, no must, make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear. We're here for chess -- are the U.S.? If so, why foul the atmosphere? [