Текст песни
I was with the bastards
At the top of the Underworld
I was at the bottom of social understanding
There is a cult of absolute Indifference here
Now, as then, I am ready to shoot
Give me the Thompson submachine gun
Life is the will of chance
And I'm ready to rob this crowded bank
Make raids from the car
And in the end, a stray bullet will kill me
The film breaks
And you are guilty of indifference
The faces are seeded with ripples
You are all as one
only sometimes the scarlet blood
decorates your images
And you are guilty of indifference
