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For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me
For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me

Day and night they're always alert
Looking for sluts to enjoy in their seats
Seven one Opala, leather seats
The night begins and it's worth gold for them
It's when everything, everything can happen
Prepare the guns, now it's for real
Crazy now in the mood to have a good time
Push the guns, in the ideas they don't forgive
Two whores in the back seat
Before they stayed quiet and nothing more
Now they're in trouble, they'll die around
Pay to enter and pray to leave

For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me
For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me

Day and night they're never satisfied
Killing people is their entertainment
The sluts who sweated on their pillows
Received several stabs in the shower
Why pay, if they can have it for free
Violence in their minds never fades
Maybe one day they'll pay for it, that's why
Here you do, here you pay, use the term
Victims, victims, they want more
The taste of death never satisfies them
Good night, Bebel, let's go
Pay to enter and pray to leave

For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me
For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me

Sick mind
Suicidal idea
People trapped at home with their families
Cain's syndrome
Someone else will die
Many fear the end of the day, it will get dark
There's a police sketch of the suspects
Police's scapegoat is ready
How they died, they went for it with great thirst
The sluts prepare, the men attack
Surrounded on all sides with nowhere to run
Opala all pierced, believe me
Attitude, yes, men don't lay a hand on me
Gun to the head, BAM!
A hug, brother!

For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me
For them all this is common
Two crazy guys in a seven one Opala
Load the guns, make the wave pay off
In the trunk there's a body, believe me