Текст песни Сок - Дрэд

Hm D G.
Bm D G.
The dreadlock wrapped in the newspaper replaces the cigarette
Bm D F#M
To tell the truth - not to knock on the table.
The dreadlock wrapped in the newspaper replaces the cigarette
To tell the truth - not to knock on the table.
Bm C#M
Mom and dad made me on the bones of Babilon
Dad was the thunderstorm of the microdistrict, mom wife.
And around evil people gray masses boking
I would like to stop, the sun drink a glass.

The dreadlock wrapped in the newspaper replaces the cigarette
To tell the truth - not to knock on the table.
The dreadlock wrapped in the newspaper replaces the cigarette
To tell the truth - not to knock on the table.

Searches, prisics, stepsons, children of tired ja
Are waiting for the change, the tired of composting the veins of their
White returns to the Earth of the promised Ethiopia
Someone confused someone-cool!

The dreadlock wrapped in the newspaper replaces the cigarette
To tell the truth - not to knock on the table.
The dreadlock wrapped in the newspaper replaces the cigarette
To tell the truth - not to knock on the table.
Hm C#M Dm
I have no dreadlocks because there are no dreadlocks.
I have no dreadlocks because I do not carry with me.
I have no dreadlocks because there are no dreadlocks.
I have no dreadlocks, because because
Drede is an invented way of deception
For Plastaman, the dreadlock is marijuana.
Drede is an invented way of deception
For Plastaman, the dreadlock is all!