Brown Tormentor Lyrics - Singles - Infected

Cucumbers, milk, garlic, honey, tomatoes 

Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes 

Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings 

Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing 

Diarrhoea 

Private affair 

W.C. 

That's all you can see 

Liquid shit 

Never eat 

All this food 

In my mood 

Eat just fried potatoes with meat 

And you'll newer have liquid shit 

Understand it don't be so fool 

Diarrhoea isn't so cool 

Brown death 

Inside her ass 

Spoiled day 

Who will pay? 

Don't you think somebody is in 

Toilet's busy that's what I mean 

And this words on that door "don't push!" 

So come on defecate in that bush 

Crouds of people arae walking the street 

There is no place where you can put your shit 

Brown tormentor is pressing your ass 

Shit hits your pants - it is your brown death