Here's the spray set for the ozon health

and the glasses to see 'round all corners and bends

My mind is happy, thinking 'bout a ball

and at the same time the media spits out

the reality of war



So it's rust in all the cells

Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells

Never their harmonies reach old charme

Guns sending their greetings without alarms



Peace for hip waste, business called love

cigarette strength, beauty on the rocks

Internet freaks work with holy trends

'til four ill seasons, working at the same time,

are the last thing on earth what's left



So it's rust in all the cells

Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells

Never their harmonies reach old charme

Bombs sending their greetings without alarms