[Intro]
Warsaw in the evening, that’s how we like to behold it. We look for well-lit avenues, full of metropolitan motion and hubbub. Residents of Warsaw love to small-talk by music and black coffee. But please do look closely, because people here also deal with other type of affairs…

[Bridge]
In offices were brandy, he gave women flowers
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
In offices were brandy…
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
… he gave women flowers

[Refrain]
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
Kids walk aimlessly ‘round the town to shake off their demons
This town smells like meat fried in hell
Forty years old passersby still snoop and look furiously
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
Kids fill themselves with vodka, to drown their demons
Mr. officer I’m only dancing
Mr. Mr. Mr. officer, I’m just dancing
My lungs tremble again and swirl in waltz
Milk and honey in this land, that usually flows with smoke and lard
Mr. officer, ooo Mr. officer

[Vers]
City of concrete and lost phones
I walk on the street paved in iPhone glass hoarfrost
She isn’t here again, so I’m walking home
Walking alone, so I spill my guts out for you, because I don’t know to whom else (don’t know to whom else!)
Smoking menthol fags
This green pack of fags accentuates my green Nikes
I usually put all rumours in between those fucking fairytales
But now I know why he gives you those likes
Listener
Meet Peter, me and my ex
For many women Peter is a tantalizing taste
And this whole situation gives me a complex
I’m pretty sure she and this Scoundrel had—
And therefore this text, I’m following them three
Maybe four weeks, so I’m sketching a prospect
What a tough luck, Peter has many flocks of birds
Go to Peter and ask - monogamy? - „No, thanks!” Huh!
[Bridge]
In offices were brandy, he gave women flowers
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
In offices were brandy, he gave women flowers
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
He gave women flowers

[Refrainn]
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
Kids walk aimlessly ‘round the town to shake off their demons
This town smells like meat fried in hell
Forty years old passersby still snoop and look furiously
This town smells like fags and cauliflowers
Kids fill themselves with vodka, to drown their demons
Mr. officer I’m only dancing
Mr. Mr. Mr. officer, I’m just dancing