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Agencija Post Mortem

Ova kancelarija je kraj svakoga scenarija
Smrt raspolaže maksimalnim arsenalima
I mnogi se uplaše naših namjera
Al ne bi imo časti da mi vas je plašit namjera
Mrtvi već jeste zbog stupidne geste
Pustili ste da vas auto lupi sred ceste
Ne znam jel ste Cupid lik ili samo glupi tip
Bilo kako bilo, bilo kaže da ste gubitnik
Tik-tak, život udara ko klik-klak
Samo budala se ponada da će bit lak
To će mi dić tlak, valjda radim previše
Od Adama i Evice, badava mi dnevnice
Gledajte, ja sam tehničar, a ne redatelj
Pjesnička narav vam je dala da se predate
Nemojte poricati, ko prizna tom se prašta pola
To je ko da pola dolara daš za dolar
Dobar posao

U agenciji Post Mortem

Ubojice, lopovi, ulizice, popovi, umjetnici pokojni
Svi su bili ovdje

Infarkt, rak, il rat, brak, svaki svat kad tad
Svrati na naš prag

Čujte, humanoidi umiru
Čekaju u redu dok ne čuju "idi u miru"
A ovo je nešto kao carina za pale ljude
Amen dame Sudbe kad jude zapale ljude
A svjetlo na kraju tunela je most porte
Ureda Post Mortem, čestitam, vi ste gost ovdje
Ali molim vas, tu smo svi domaći
U konačnici svi tinjamo u istoj lomači
Evo, to vam je obična kancelarija
Josip nosi kavu, ugovorne šprance Marija
Predajte nam vaš kraj scenarija
Pa da zajedno nazdravimo u čast Ferrarija
Koji vas je na neki način oslobodio
I znam da vam se sve ovo čini dosta morbidno
Al takova je procedura, puk se gura
Na vrata reklamacija, al svakom kucne ura

Post Mortem Agency

This office is the end of every script
Death has the maximum arsenals at its disposal
And many are scared of our intentions
But it wouldn't be honorable if we were to scare you
You're already dead because of a stupid gesture
You let a car hit you in the middle of the road
I don't know if you're Cupid or just a stupid guy
Whatever, it's saying you're a loser
Tick-tock, life hits like click-clack
Only a fool hopes it will be easy
That will raise my blood pressure, I guess I'm working too much
From Adam and Eve, my daily wages are in vain
Look, I'm a technician, not a director
Your poetic nature has led you to surrender
Don't deny it, he who admits is forgiven half
That's like giving half a dollar for a dollar
Good job

At the Post Mortem Agency

Murderers, thieves, lickspittles, priests, deceased artists
They were all here

Heart attack, cancer, or war, marriage, every wedding sooner or later
Stops by our doorstep

Listen, humanoids are dying
They wait in line until they hear "go in peace"
And this is like customs for fallen people
Amen ladies of Fate when you set people on fire
And the light at the end of the tunnel is the gate of the portal
Post Mortem Office, congratulations, you are a guest here
But please, we are all locals here
Ultimately, we all smolder in the same bonfire
Here, this is your typical office
Josip brings coffee, Marija brings contract forms
Submit your ending script to us
And let's raise a toast together in honor of the Ferrari
Who in a way set you free
And I know all this seems pretty morbid to you
But such is the procedure, the crowd pushes
At the complaints desk, but everyone gets their time