All in position, attention, you're on the air
what you say makes sense, no gaffe
The parliamentarian must have style, if God

he wants a culture too.
Unfasten
you ever.
Thirst for power. When the butt is comfortable,
the armchair does not leave just no.
We are all tired, all discouraged, heartbroken.
How much do you take to hold us in your hand.
But you want

Moreover
Very ugly
Poor us
you never offer good examples
How I would like
you came here
where the discomfort begins on Monday
I would change you
I would like
but the minestrone is still the same now
It is right then
my enemies
That a child pays debts that are not his
you have to love him yes
this boot here.
make him rise again
from this darkness.
just hide
in those blue cars,
because if I die

below you come.
they are handed down to us in a diabolical sequence
always those of surnames, oh my mother.
no alternatives who reads them if they write them,
ignorance still pays it is always her.
Or you are
Or you are not.
Very ugly
They are not gods
more exciting careers instead and then
here they are in front of us
You don't know who they are or who you are
And so on, until it goes
until the barrel runs dry
and if it happens I will look for you
to thank you I swear I will.
a martyr father
it is fertile land.
a humble father
is aware.
If you stay there,
let us win.
my dear enemies
you have to grow up.
You have to love him yes
this boot here,
make him rise again
from this darkness.
Everyone take care of themselves,
tell me his fate.
May honesty win.
Goodbye thieves and ruffians.