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In every city, we've got our

For some people, it's saturday or sunday

It's the belwidered's market

At daybreak, they show their futile's gadget and gross's ofal

They vociferate like calfs sended at slaughterhouse

Crying strongly than others

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's fuckin'market !

Misery's people ! Some moments, i want to

Eradicate your fuckin face

You represent so sorrow

It's the bewildered's market

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's fuckin'market !

Sit down, wait and see

Real pleisure, what a blessing !

Laugh to death

It's the bewildered's market

Poor people ! May you live ?

You are the misery

I laugh to death

It's the bewildered's market

Sit down, wait and see

Real pleisure, what a blessing !

Laugh to death

It's the bewildered's market

Loosers turns and turns and turns

To search preciously's item

They cry, they roar

They jostle, push and insult each other

Draging his feet, they walking like sheep,

guided by the limits of the stalls

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's market !

Bloody hell ! Make me sick, it's fuckin'market !