[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway]
(My) cursed soul, (my) First Communion
Staring at me are corpses, from the stained glass window the Grim Reaper glanced at me
An apparition has stab wounds and nails in both arms
The wound splattered on a shoe, and my dress became red
Or the carol singing, a pastoral visit
Then dad used to leave the house and get into his Opel Vectra
The priest tastes the coffee and he scolds be harshly while drinking
He's talking about Satan and other important monsters from hell
If I don't believе him, I will burn for an eternity, he said
And I will bе in major depression until I'm dead
Jesus died for me, and that is no small deed
But I don't know why this faith is so contradictory
God has everything, just that he has no equals
He made the universe, look at all the beautiful planets
He made men and all these different species
But he needs your 5 quid
Funny how one of the deadly sins is greed, huh?
Where is your compassion when they shout to me:"Shut the fuck up", huh?
You're white, you're straight, you're equal
But you have no other quality that you'd be proud of, huh?
Kids are starving, the table is empty again
Their last meal, when they received the Communion
Two-zloty coins dancing in the basket
Renovation of the manse, because not everybody is equally equal
[Pre-Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
My parson cruised in his merc on the streets
He was so big, he probably didn't get the memo about fasting
His car did: "vroom, vroom", he played one radio station
Sermons about fruits most likely aren't fruitful
The parson cruised in his merc on the streets
He was so big, he probably didn't get the memo about fasting
His car did: "vroom, vroom", he played one radio station
Sermons about fruits aren't really fruitful

[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway]
Inside this building, where I'm fighting for my soul
Costly robes, costly stones, costly metals
Dear Lord, if you exist, then you will understand
You will understand why I had to run away
The parson always was in his new ride
I thought: "he had to be liked at the top"
Back in the day I used to talk to my guardian angel:
"Why do the roses on grandpa's grave keep getting stolen?"
The priest is talking about the paranormal
In his eyes: fire, another guy is playing the organs
In the confessional I'm scared, that he will tell that to mum
Absolved, but I later I still have some fears, no, no
[Bridge]
It's not easy, not easy, I know it for sure, I'm losing my pulse
Soon I will lose my head, I am no bad boy
Just some nasty boy, that Hell is waiting for

[Pre-Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing
Two- two- two zloty coins on me dancing

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
My parson cruised in his merc on the streets
He was so big, he probably didn't get the memo about fasting
His car did: "vroom, vroom", he played one radio station
Sermons about fruits most likely aren't fruitful
The parson cruised in his merc on the streets
He was so big, he probably didn't get the memo about fasting
His car did: "vroom, vroom", he played one radio station
Sermons about fruits aren't really fruitful

[Outro: Tomasz Knapik]
Humans inhaled things since time immemorial
First cow manure smoke, then different herbs
Then they smoked tobacco, with time cigarettes
A blunt made with marijuana smells of mystery