Agony by Immer
Some small change, it�s my plea please
Dirt inside nails and smelly breath
Greasy hair and indistinct speech
Shabby clothes and go to seed a body
We will not have wanted work
In the morning, in the night we roll about land
We sludge under the use, with piggish decide
We beg for small change, we have be hungry
Stand later with friend, and drink with him of bottle
Why do they care about it other
They have work and aren�t lazy
Some small change, it�s my plea please
Always find same fairy tale
It's bad luck only, nobody can�t for nothing
Nobody want nothing of anybody so much
A few small change only, let be light again
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