lyrics:

I’ll wipe my tears on printed tickets
For the vacation that i planned
Wake up in the morning yeah we’ve got the breaking news
Next time you’ll be skipping gym you won’t need an excuse
Don’t touch your face don’t see your friends don’t shake your coworkers hands
They got infected with deadly disease by kissing your bosses ass
All my favourite bars are gone
It’s now illegal to have fun
This might be a good time to see a shrink

I know last time we spoke you said you needed space
But please come by and we can shelter at my place

No chance i will be flattening my curves
My workout’s mostly lying on the floor
It’s been three days, i still can’t see my abs
Don’t think i’ll do it anymore
And i enrolled in seven hundred online courses
But some forces just won’t let me put them on
And every meal consists at least of seven courses
And my work consists of useless conference calls

My lungs are fucked and you have issues with your heart
But i’m ok if we just sit six feet apart

Had three beers this morning
Can’t say that i’m wasted, though i feel a little buzz
Should stay at home
Don’t think i will yeah I can’t wait to turn to fucking dust
So throw away your mask
And try to be a man
This toilet paper
It will not help you
When shit hits the fan

Virus

lyrics:

the breadcrumbs on my sheets will lead the way for hansel and gretel
the sun shines through my window i wish this glass
was made out of metal

the ghost of my dog jumps in my bed
he’s wagging his tail, i’m petting his head
it’s been 4 days but Jesus is still on the cross
Rosa Parks sits in the back of the bus

keep refilling my drink keep telling me lies
once i get sober this exclusive offer expires

tears of conviction, he likes to be abused
i grow emphatic as i grow confused

the ghost of my dad crosses his arms 
we both got drunk after a fight with my mom
get your shit together son
stop acting like a little bitch
something i have never learned
subject he had often teached

Ghosts

And when I’ve finally straightened out
I’ve called my mother but she 
Can’t be bothered with my shit -
She knows i always quit

And then she says:
“You thought that it was gone, but it’s already back
A bullet in your skull, a rope around your neck.
Old head, young shoulders. 
Same thoughts over and over”

“Minor setbacks, major comebacks” - that’s what you used to say!
“Major comebacks, minor setbacks” - girl, you raised me that way!

“You thought that it was gone, but it's already back!
An arrow in your throat, a knife inside your back
Sad head on horny shoulders
Takes you up and throws you over
Tighten up the screws inside your head!”

Good Trip

Lyrics:

Slap on the wrist 
She stands on her toes
Minimal gain 
Terrible loss
I wish we went out…
She says that she’s swarmed
A Guiness world record 
And an Oscar award

I got too excited 
Recognized the song that they played 
She carries me west, I’m feeling depressed

My dear, you’ve got me of a the rack 
Sad teenage rebel starter pack
I take your hand inside my hand
Cringe train, fuck yeah, full steam ahead!

Your head on my shoulders 
Smells like vodka and energy drinks 
Love is cutting the ground from under my feet

LOVE IS CUTTING THE GROUND FROM UNDER MY FEET

Love Song #2

I was sitting in the garden
Ladies were staring down at me
Cuz they can’t see my inner beauty 
There’s a lot what they can’t see

I was sitting in your bedroom 
You were staring down at me
You don’t think too much about me
But at this point it’s sort of irrelevant

One, two, three, sadness!

I was sitting with my parents 
They were yelling, bursting into tears 
They said that they wish they never had me
Well i’ve been wishing that for 30 years

Oh. Ooooh. Oooooh
Ugly on the inside, ugly on the outside (x420)

Garden

A whole lotta teaching in a crowded classroom 
Though none of the learning happens 
Overwhelming minds of future instagram models
And occasional soundcloud rappers

Well I’m no snowflake -
I’m just like everyone else
Average grades, average test scores
Even on a Rorschach's test

But I got so carried away
When i saw myself through her eyes
She twists her finger at the temple
As i put my hand on her thigh

She dwells on decisions that she made in the past 
While I sip my morning tea
Goes on regular business meetings 
With men more handsome than me

Well I’m no angel 
Yeah, everyone’s prone to vice
Adulterous thoughts, violent outbursts -
Gotta let it out sometimes 

But I get so carried away 
Whenever i see that she cries
I promise to do all the things I don’t do
Each time there’s a tear in her eye

I got really sick so I called her and said
“My love, I’m not feeling alright “
She said “Build a dancefloor on top of your grave
in case I might want to drop by”

Dancefloor

He gets off on climbing mountains and rocks
Hey man - whatever floats your boat
Worries about a work related test
Hey man - i’m sure you’ll do your best

It pains me to see the state in which you’re in
Things you should’ve grown thicker got extremely thin

You can show me that car that you bought 
If you really think it’s pretty 
And you can put on that song that you like 
Even if it’s really specific

You’ve done a good job of keeping your conscience clean
Too much goes and not enough is going in

Can’t seem to find the connection we had in the past
Says my new record sounds a lot like the last
Well, your three kids is the only thing you talk about 
Come join me i’ll show you the art of pulling out

Shouldn't have said that
It wasn’t nice

I am done
Mediocrity, here I come
I’ll trade all my childhood dreams
For a good night sleep

Shiiiiiit creek without a paddle 
I’m so tired I deserve a medal

I am done
Done being kind 
Good intentions can pave my ass
Tried to help a lady up the stairs -
Got pepper sprayed and karate kicked in the nose

I have had enough 
Can’t get in touch with my true love
She doesn’t return my calls
I don’t return the money that I owe her

My new year’s resolutions,
My friend’s sardonic laugh

The coffee shop owner says they’re done for the day
Well I’ve been feeling done for a month

I am done
No more family dinners -
Too hard too shake them off
My parents marriage was largely inspired 
By Molotov & Ribbentrop

(I am doooooone)

Shit creek without a paddle 
I’m so tired i deserve a medal
My new year’s resolutions
My friend’s sardonic laugh
No more fucking family dinners 
I have had enough

I Am Done

Hey, hey, hey!
We’ve got all the cards!
But they, they, they…
Play better than us :(

I see your fortune clearly, from miles away
One bedroom apartment and wrinkles filled with cocaine

Don’t waste your money on me
Don’t make it something it’s not
You are bitter and lazy - 
I think it’s HOT!

I know you connected the dots
But I am less than the sum of my parts
She got dressed inside of my car
I felt stressed and taken apart

Don’t waste your money on me
Don’t make it something it’s not
She kisses my forehead and drives away
And I am ready for the pain

I
am
ready
for 
the 
pain

Wrinkles

Social media outlets fight for my attention 
But I’m just an extension of the clothes I’m putting on
Things you write online are always controversial 
I’d like to leave a comment, but I’m scared to get it wrong

When my actions didn’t lead to outcome I desired
I took a trip to Holland and tripped on LSD
And all that I have learned 
And all that I have seen
Made no difference to me

Digital commercials fight for my attention 
While I scroll through the pictures of the parties that I missed
Robin Williams spins in his grave 
Counting through the days I haven’t seized

Wind was blowing in my face from every direction 
I moved to New York City and got hooked on ketamine 
And all that I have learned 
And all the I have seen

(Made no difference to me)

I was sitting in your bedroom 
You were staring down at me
You don’t think too much about me
It doesn’t make no difference to me

(Cheerful/sad whistling)

My head was spinning from the things that I have seen
I’ve heard thе music that was playing in between 
Weird lady in the bar
Tries to touch my leg
She wishes I would talk a little more
I wish that I was dead

“I wish that you would simply let me go about my business” 
I try not get mad about the things you said last Christmas

Weird lady from the bar
Tries to steal my hat
She asks me where I’m from, but I still 
Wonder where you at

And when I finally came home
I poured a glass of wine
Should I have bought a bit more coke?
And do I need to be alive?
I got so drunk I couldn’t even spell my name
But hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game!

Weird lady from the bar 
Treats my body right 
Good morning, Dr. Jekyll
Evening, Mr. Hide

(Nikita being anxious about the recording)

And when I’ve finally straightened out
I’ve called my mother but she 
Can’t be bothered with my shit -
She knows i always quit

And then she says:
“You thought that it was gone, but it’s already back
A bullet in your skull, a rope around your neck.
Old head, young shoulders. 
Same thoughts over and over”

“Minor setbacks, major comebacks” - that’s what you used to say!
“Major comebacks, minor setbacks” - girl, you raised me that way!

“You thought that it was gone, but it's already back!
An arrow in your throat, a knife inside your back
Sad head on horny shoulders
Takes you up and throws you over
Tighten up the screws inside your head!”

Ooooh

The breadcrumbs on my sheets 
Will lead the way for Hansel and Gretel
The sun shines through my window 
I wish this glass was made out of metal

The ghost of my dog jumps in my bed
He’s wagging his tail, i’m petting his head
It’s been 4 days but Jesus is still on the cross
Rosa Parks sits in the back of the bus

Keep refilling my drink keep telling me lies
Once i get sober this exclusive offer expires

Tears of conviction, he likes to be abused
I grow emphatic as I grow confused

The ghost of my dad crosses his arms 
We both got drunk after a fight with my mom
“Get your shit together, son
Stop acting like a little bitch”
Something i have never learned
Subject he had often teached

Slap on the wrist 
She stands on her toes
Minimal gain 
Terrible loss
I wish we went out…
She says that she’s swarmed
A Guiness world record 
And an Oscar award

I got too excited 
Recognized the song that they played 
She carries me west, I’m feeling depressed

My dear, you’ve got me of a the rack 
Sad teenage rebel starter pack
I take your hand inside my hand
Cringe train, fuck yeah, full steam ahead!

Your head on my shoulders 
Smells like vodka and energy drinks 
Love is cutting the ground from under my feet

LOVE IS CUTTING THE GROUND FROM UNDER MY FEET

my belly’s getting bigger 
my energy is low
my head is losing hair
my skin is losing glow

i’m feeling weaker in my body and my mind
26 is feeling much worse than 25
i’m nearly dying every time i catch a cold
life is getting heavier cause i am getting old

paying for my mortgage 
saving up the rest
skipping every party 
gotta get some rest

life is getting heavier cause i am getting old
i’m nearly dying every time i catch a cold
26 is feeling much worse than 25
by the time i’m 40 i hope that i will die

Getting old

Sometimes i feel
Like i am drained
Like I’m a fire
in the rain
There’s that feeling yet again
There’s that feeling yet again

Heart is pumping dust
Through my rusty veins
Tons of fragile glass
Shutter in my brain
Rage fills me up
It keeps me afloat
And my conscience burns
Around a single thought

I haven’t had sex in a while

Love song (Bonus track)

Disaster

Wall

Home

Date

Club

Wallace

Harassment

I wanna

Can't fall asleep

Indie quartet from all over the place (originally from Moscow, Russia), singing songs about being sad and horny.

Sad&Horny

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