on an' on against all forms of gambling of which there is so much in Poland nowadays, the sign of this nuisanceous capitalistic day.
experimental, for some time now: microtonal
atonal microtonal
Story behind the song
same as above
Lyrics
When I walk through my city, something don't quite fit.
Maszyny wyp³acaj¹ce, this must be it.
Like mashrooms atter the rain, they sprang into life.
Nobody go in there, and yet they multiply.
Pity you poor sods count on stupid whimsy of fate.
You look so stupid shiver in front totolotek outlet.
Look at you, cumulation makes you tremble like skurwysyn.
No satan'll give you nothing when millions pray for the same thing.
Some type of money laundering they may well be,
or maybe maszyny stolen in Germany.
Ain't totolotek enough? Dont't buy this shit!
Ain't no such thing as free lunch, so tight Pole sit.
W kablowej quizzy; blondi z go³ymi cyckami,
zapodaje obrazki, wabi ciê ró¿nicami.
Zadzwoñ na gor¹c¹ liniê, wygraj tausend euro.
Hazardu poznaj smak, ona, ona ci do.
When I walk through my city...
This cool, out there stuff. Nice one!