Lyrics пропали носки и обувь - CYF

brick dust in my knuckles,
a copper adams-apple,
i’m a wincing individual.

given our situation,
it’s a given the room is swelling.
has my racket become invalid?

if no-one’s looking, can we get some skin contact?

option (a) or not so?
i’m rotten with your say-so,
a brutal waiter champion.

well if you’re just gonna be like that then
i’ll end up in a fight with someone that i really like
or breathing smoke,

so if no-one’s looking can we get some skin contact?

make no mistake, it can be arranged,
and the turbulence and tension
will be neutralised with hibernation.

if no-one’s looking can we get some skin contact?