The Bad Boy's Song

I know in soul I am a poor wretch and banditte without any moral codes and barriers and senses. I am ended cretin and cynic. I spat to all - to ours or others, friends or enemies. I have held in my hand the nuclear bomb and ruled firmly by the great country, where self-governing chicken community frozen to death, as the doctrines of cursed justice. I spat to democracy, wisdom, to human rights of men, and what left there else? Fair elections and other values and social perfections? I tramped them all, that might to corrode my legitimacy. I am bad boy and know that never lose power. Better the great country will go to hell together with honest sheep-like population that so adored me when I am spitting to West and East then I am lost my favorite toy. I am bad boy and will be to stay forever I spit to past, up-to-date and to face of forthcoming day. I am bad boy but the national leader also.