Boloto Koktel by Dumai Dunai

The mud it fits into the shape of my hand,
It is inviting
I love to hate the hate
That I love to be reciting
Fresh off the press,
Fresh out of the gutter
Fresh from underneath the grass,
Fresh out of the horse’s -
Ask me how I love
The sound that it makes
In the face of my adversary
I must not hear what they have to say
Because my worldview is weak
That’s why I throw the

Boloto koktel boloto koktel
First one’s on the house after that it’s 3 for $20
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
Throw it at a friend and make a brand new enemy
Boloto koktel boloto koktel
As long as two are fighting there’s a third one making money
Molotov cocktail molotov cocktail
You don’t want to throw a real one

A molotov for molotov,
An eye for an eye
I pour out a shot
For those who’ve suffered and died
Under such tyranny and woe is me
A river is forming
Of horilka, slivo, palinka,
Whiskey and rum
It’s flooding the streets,
Dividing people’s homes
And turning the fields into
Alcohol-soaked mud
I take that mud and put it into a bottle
And voila! A brand new business model

It’s my way or the highway
It’s my way or the highway
It’s my way or you’re a dead man
Dead man, dead man, dead man

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