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End Of Life
03:44
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You try to think it's not over
But you are so close to the edge
No time to heal or recover
Your life is like a burning match
Time to destroy your illusions
That you have always cherished well
All ways are leading straight to hell
So little time
Till the end of world, the end of life
All passers-by
Wouldn't stand a chance, there's no use to try
Knock on each door
Till you find the thing you are looking for
Won't find no more
The siren wails in the city
Don't run away don't try to hide
When you see hundreds of gritty
Hell's angels going for a ride
They will destroy your illusions
That you have always cherished well
All ways are leading straight to hell
~Oh, oh no!
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Heart Of Stone
03:59
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I see her on high streets
And on the fashion shows
In chic hotels behind closed doors
She never skips a beat
And wears expensive clothes
She doesn't care about you all
She's got a heart of stone
She is bad to the bone
She is so keen on
Lying and cheating
She's got wicked eyes
That always hypnotize
The devil never
Has been so pretty
She's selling beauty
She's bad and beautiful
Her eyes will turn you into a fool
Why care what people think
And why obey the rules
When all the world is like her tool
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And when you have a crush on her
She's gonna rock your world
It will be like racing on a motorbike
Twelve hundred miles per hour
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Bar Fight
03:23
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Friday night and you are going to the bar
To the kind of place where all the cool kids are
Drinking on the house, party is alright
But there's always someone who would like to fight
I see you jerk you'd better stop looking at her like that
I've heard you fuckhead and I didn't like the things you said
Hey mate
Before I smash you face
Get your
Ass out of this place
Get lost
And don't make me say twice
Hey jerk
Take your hands off my
Sweet girl
Don't go messing with
Me or
It could be your last time
All the stuff is lying broken on the floor
My bruises heal and I could take some more
Motherfuckers are you ready? Just say when
Stand up and fight let's start again
You were asking for this, so ladies, don't you want to dance?
It's time for paying back, I can't afford to miss my chance
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Poison
04:36
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Open my eyes in gloomy room
I'm blinded by the lights as I went out of tomb
I put my mind on overdrive
Cold water brings me back to life
It's 10 am, pain doesn't cease
And witnessing my unmade bed brings memories
I shake my head sunglasses on
Ain't no regrets, I get along
'Cause whiskey is a good ol' friend of mine
Tequila visits me from time to time
I do not shut the door on beers and wine
I don't have any better things to do
Champagne can be my guest on any day
Nothing is able to get in my way
When I am with two bottles of Bombay
I don't have any better things to do
They say that I drink poison
Melting pleasure that could kill me one day
But I don't want to be healed
I am back on track, same as before
And one emergency six-pack will bring one more
Poison will help me hold on tight
When day is turning into night
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I ain't got nothing on you
And it is not alright
It takes no investigation to know for sure what's on your mind
You lost the feeling for me
Searched for it somewhere else
You rummaged here and there and found it in another hand
You've got something to hide
I've seen it in your eyes
I was a fool before
Now I don't care about you
No more
And now it's all so clear
My heart gets one more sore
There's no infatuation going on here anymore
I am sick of all your lies
And all your wicked ways
Now I just could care less, it doesn't matter what you say
I was so wrong cause it let you
Inside my soul, now that is all, that was my only fault
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Flame It Up
03:57
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This is it. I'm getting out of here,
No complaints and no regrets
All the planes aloft and now I'm ready
To burn bridges in my head
I don't know if this is for the better
But sure isn't for the worse
Say goodbye to things that I remember
To the land of gold and dirt
I just wanna know what it's like
I just wanna know...
Flame it up
Burn it down
Let's get away
Out of town
I am leaving but I am pretty sure
This place will remember all
Of my merry fucking misbehaviour
And my loud rock'n'roll
Friends are sad, but I am not a stranger
To the pain of parting ways
So I am going far from native places
Heading for the better days
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RZRS Novosibirsk, Russian Federation
RZRS (Razors) are a hard cider-fueled stoner punk outfit from Siberia.
Rustam Balamedov - vocals
Nikolay Selin - guitar, keys
Dmitry Shanshin - bass
Yura Dyndo - drums
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