Текст песни Псой Короленко - Абраша-0

Abrasha was conceved in a bathroom,
Six month in the belly he dwelled,
On time he was ripped from his mom's womb
And stayed in a hospital cell.

Abrasha Abrasha was nicknamed,
His mom ran away with a whore,
He got the foreskin of his dick nailed,
His dad was lost hunting a boar.

Abrasha was raised by his sister,
He milked from a tit of a goat.
His mother returned and he kissed her,
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At three the young boy started talking,
At four he could read simple books.
Low prices on toys he was stalking,
He defended the mansion from crooks.

His house was put into foreclosure,
He went to a church school for boys,
But the headtress found down he was kosher
And expelled him for spoiling the goys.

Abrasha played amateur hockey,
He critically injured his knees.
He worked as a wedding disk-jockey
And collected exorbited fees.

He grew hair all over his body
And played in a rock'n'roll band.
He earned a black belt in karate
And broke many things with his hand.

His desires was getting much stronger,
A lesbian took him to bed,
They went to a tango melonga,
She robbed him and left him for death.

He had many lovers named Sasha,
But he didn't have money for food.
So he worked as a vibrant dishwasher
And was known as a sexual dude.

He studied political theory
And learned how to fire and gun,
But la révolution made him vary
And his radical days were all done.

He have had some unknown adventures,
From one story he just disappeared.
Some said, to the mountain he ventured,
For he came back so frozen and weird.

He lived as a monk in a cloister,
He wanted to finally be free.
The world opened up as a oyster,
Who knew, what the future would be?