Original lyrics

[Intro]
I’m, ha-ha, hey
I’m a humorist, on my wrist

[Verse 1]
We can’t live without laughter, like without Russian curse words
My father — KGB worker, and my mom owns a machine gun (yes)
And my children are soldiers of punitive battalions
My brothers are guardians of our dark districts
I have no sense of humor, otherwise I'd've laughed long ago
About the life situation I got in
There is no rope? Then choke me with a tie
Hoping to die soon, because I'm living vainly
Macaulay Culkin and Galkin — my New Year is ugly again, ou
What will the Santa bring, where are the presents, maybe a new wife?
If Santa Claus is Russian, then he will bring the war
Jokers and humorists have ruined our country
Is it funny, bitch? What have you just heard? (paw-paw)
Do I look like a clown? Then get up and leave! (come on)
Our teachers happen to deal hashish
And you're bullshitting about your ex to me

[Chorus]
Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist
You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist
Sovereign no-mercy, although I seem pure
The sky is for planes and censorship for the artist
Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist
You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist
Officials have no mercy, although to me I seem clear
Sky is for planes and censorship for the artist
[Verse 2]
Bandits not in Geländewagens — in G-Wagens with police flashers (hey)
Talking with a breath of the Gulag, and air from the landfill
We're forced to save for pieces of granite
Collecting crumbs and drinking expired Pulpy
I'm tired, it's about 7 pm
We're drinking beer with guys – it's the Last Supper
I'm racing with police, but it's not gonna last forever
For that — get stabbed in the liver, life is fleeting (ha)

[Chorus]
Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist
You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist
Sovereign no-mercy, although I seem pure
The sky is for planes and censorship for the artist
Gold on my wrist, I'm a humorist
You tell a bad joke, and then you hit the blacklist
Officials have no mercy, although to me I seem clear
Sky is for planes and censorship for the artist

[Outro]
It's payday, fellas
I said, it's fucking payday, motherfuck--