Marchelo "Laž" lyrics

Laž

Refren:Laž. Svuda samo laž. Na ulicama -- laž. U licima -- laž.Na udicama -- laž. U urlicima -- laž. Laž.Sreća se predala, jer lomimo ogledala za laž.Svuda samo laž. Na ulicama -- laž. U licima -- laž.Na udicama -- laž. U urlicima -- laž. Laž.Sreća se predala i sad je tu samo -- laž.

1.strofa (Marčelo):Zdravo, državo, ja sam iz Paraćina mali Ivan.Kažu, bio sam divan klinac, nikada divalj, nikada inat.Na faksu kupovali ocene, ja štrebao, nikada kivan,mada je zajebano to oko mita kada je taj faks -- medicina.Nije isto kao lažni pravnik, nije isto kao nadrislikar,malo je gore kada lekar diplomira, a ne razlikuje tkiva i živac.Koleginica, od cele anatomije, razlikovala samo gde je pizda,ali bio je tu jedan profa koji baš ceni kad tako zablistaš.Svi znali tu javnu tajnu. Svi znali, a niko ništa.Da mu neko ne čuva leđa, ne bi ni smeo da se tako igra.Bilo je tu i drugih, njima draža bila je kinta.Al' koleginica mirno spava, jer spava na parama ipak.A onda je došla diploma. Prosečna ocena ista.Meni i njoj, međutim -- njoj posao, meni šipak.Njoj sreća, meni vinjak. Ona gospa, ja dripac....pa mrtav pijan gledam kako skalpel sija...

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2.strofa (Ministar Lingvista):Da se ne lažemo, ništa nije problem za ribukoja nije pipnula knjigu, ali ima diplomu na zidu.Sve ide od ruke -- kada se rašire noge.Nakon faksa ista praksa, a primila je mnogeda bi bila u prilici da se zaposli u klinici.Samo, neće bilo šta, devojka ima viši cilj.Vreme je novac, ona ne bi da ga gubi, jerima sjajan prosek i u roku završene studije.Pa, nakon par funkcionera, jednog sudijei jednog konzilijuma -- stigla je do hirurgije.Tu je da vreme ubije i bude plaćena.Nekad se i ne pojavi, nekad bude skraćena.Ali, bila je tu baš tad kad nije trebalo...Jedini hirurg u smeni, veoma sjebano:hitan slučaj, slepo crevo, mlad dečko.Nema izbora, sad mora da uradi nešto.Sad se trudi da se seti, sad sve od sebe daje,ali preterano džaba -- neminovan je zajeb.A to nije samo zajeb, već i zločin, jer kad hirurgzajebe stvar, neko tad počiva u miru...

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3.strofa (Marčelo):Nisam ja uš'o u stranku da bi mi dali deo njihovog prihoda.Uš'o sam da mi više ne otimaju to što mi pripada.Ali ovde, ako si pošten, od svih stranaka skupapripadne ti samo jedno: pripadne ti muka.Jer, ni tad mi nisu dali da radim svoj jebeni pos'o.Dali mi da delim letke, hemijske i ostali promo.Od vrata do vrata smaram da glasaš za njih, za ološ.Pristao pošto-poto, al' sam pitao potom pošto...Pošto duša, dušmani, mani me, ja sam doktor!Usrali ste mi ponos, bar se ne brišite mojom diplomom.Bez ijedne svetle tačke, k'o domina „duplo golo".Imaš kradno mesto, daj meni radno, stoko!!!Pa nije valjda rame samo za tapšanje? Ne.Rekoše da je rame i za plakanje. Oke.Znači, sad mi se još rugate, a? E glešta dobri doca bez nade sad sme. Unngh!K'o furija upadam pravo kod kučke s faksa i radim -- šta?Drveni štapić guram u grlo i kažem da kaže AAA!Guram drugi, guram treći! Pičko, šalje me Hipokrat lično,kome dao sam zakletvu da štitim jebeni ljudski život.Što i činim. Nećeš više nikog da sjebeš, ubico!Zadaviću te stetoskopom, al' nismo isto.Ni sad nismo isto. Mi nikad nismo isto.Ti i ja, mi nikad... nismo?

Oke, to nisam uradio stvarno.O tome sam samo maštao. Spakov'o kofer, i ćao.I kad me neko pita što sam zapalio u Švicu,ja mu sipam raki'cu i pričam ovu priču.

Lie

RefLie. Lie - everywhere. Lie - on the streets. Lie - over the faces.Lie – on the hooks. Lie – in the roars. Lie.Happiness gave up because we´re breaking mirrors for lie.Lie - everywhere. Lie - on the streets. Lie - over the faces.Lie – on the hooks. Lie – in the roars. Lie.Happiness gave up and now there is just - lie.

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Hello,country. I am a little Ivan from Paraćin.They said that I was a lovely kid, I've never been wild,there was no spite.Others were buying grades while I was studying,never in high dudgeon.Even if there is a problem with bribery when it is about Medicine faculty.It is not the same if you want to be a fake lawyer.It is not the same if you want to be a pseudo painter.It is a bit worse when the doctor graduates and can´t matchthe difference between tissues and nerve.My colleague,from the anatomy of the whole body,has just known where is a pussy.But there was one professor who appreciated that kind of knowledge.Everyone knew that public secret. Everyone, but like nobody didn't.If somebody didn't keep his back, he wouldn't be able to act like that.There were other kinds of professors too. They preferred a cash.But my colleague was sleeping peacefully, because she was sleeping on the money.And than – the time for diploma. Her average grade was same as mine.But, she´s got a job and I've got nothing. Luck for her and brandy for me.She was madam and I was loser. And now I´m looking into the shining scalpel,dead drunk.

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2.Let´s be honest . Nothing is problem for chickwho has never touched a book,but she has a diploma on her wall.Everything is going great when you spread your legs.After faculty – the same practice.And she was with many of them for the chance to work on the clinic.Just,she was only with chosen ones because she is about the higher purpose.The time is money. She doesn't want to lose itBecause she has a great average grade and she completed studies timely.So, after being with some official workers,one judge and all members of councilShe got a place on surgery.There is to kill the time and to get a money.Sometimes she doesn't appear there,sometimes she works part-time.But she was there in the moment when she shouldn't.She was only present surgeon in that moment, that was really one fucked up situation:Emergent case, an appendix,young guy.She had no a choice. She had to do something.She was trying to remember what she should do. She was giving her best.But totally in vain. She would fuck it up inevitably.But it is not just about the fucking up, it is a crime,because when surgeon screws up the thing,someone could „rest in peace“.

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3.I didn't join to their party to get a part of their incomeI've joined them because I don´t want that they take what belongs to me.But here, if you are honest, you will get just one thing of all parties:You will get a feeling of anguish.Because, even when I joined them, they didn't allow me to do my fucking job.They give me leaflets,pens and other promos to share to people.I´m going from door to door and I´m bothering peopleTelling to them to vote for those parties,for the trash.I accepted it regardless of the cost, but then I asked how much it costs.How much a soul costs,enemies ? Don´t fuck me up. I am a doctor.You shitted my pride, so, at least don´t wipe your ass with my diploma.Without a single bright point like dominoes and „double-nothing“.You have a thieving place, give me a working place, you stupid calves.I guess that shoulders are not just for patting ? No.They said that we use it for crying,too. OK.So, you are joking with me now. Right ? Look now whatThis good doc without a hope is possible to do.I´m breaking into the house of the bitch from collegelike a fury and I´m doing – what ?I´m pushing a wooden stick inside of her mouth,to the throatAnd I said her to say AAAAH..I´m pushing second one,than third wooden stick. Hey,you,pussy,Hippocrates sent me here personallyWhom I said the oath where I said that I will protect fucking human life.And I´m doing that now. You will not fuck up anyone more,you killer.I will strangle you using the stethoscope. But we are not the same.We are not the same even in this moment. We will never be the same.You and me..Never..We are not ?

OK. I didn't do it for real. I've just imagined that.I packed my bags and said Good Bye.And when someone asks me why I came to SwitzerlandI pour him a glass of brandy and tell this story.

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