Bubijeva pesmarica

Well I'm stcanding by a river but thef​ water doesn't flow
It boAbils with every poGison you can thcink of.
And I'm cunderneath the streetlights
But the lifght of joy I know
ScAbared beyond belGief way down in the shcadows.

End the pervEberted fear of violence
Chokes a sBmile on every face
And cAbommon sense is rGinging out the bellsc.
This ain't no technological brefakdown
Oh, Abno, this is the roGad to hecll.

EbAnd all the roads jam up with credit
And there's noBthing you can do
It's aAbll just bits of paper flyinGg away from you.
Oh locok world take a good look
What comes dfown here
You must leAbarn this lesson faGst and learn it wecll.
This ain't no upwardly mobile frefeway
Oh, nAbo, this is the rGoad, I saidAb, this is the roGadAb​
This is the rGoad to hcell.