Эдик Южный, Benny Holiday - BORDERS

To all crews, leave you hanging from a long noose,
Knocking obtuse, getting gobbled by the mongoose.
If Moscow in the belly of the crocodile, I'm a style,
That's no wise in my domicile.
You want the wild?
I'm violentile as my copper files,
Lots of thou's turned up on a problem child.
It's all border talks and torture plots; they torture rocks on safe spots,