[Verse 1]
Fifty-fourth floor, looking at Moscow
Smoky vintage, this is rock new school
Fifty-fourth floor, looking at Moscow
Blood running down my face, it suits me
Blood running down my lips, that's from the longing
My days are different again, like my socks
Blood running down my lips from the right nostril
I don't fuck you, but you're fucking with my head
[Hook]
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
I have a Mastercard
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
You better run away
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
I have a Mastercard
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
You better run away
[Verse 2]
Dyed hair, the voice of a generation
My behaviour, my behaviour
Dyed hair, the voice of a generation
All of your idols are a misunderstanding
[Hook]
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
I have a Mastercard
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
You bеtter run away
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
I have a Mastеrcard
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
You better run away
[Outro]
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
I have a Mastercard
Baby, I'm a hooligan, like Simpson Bart
You better run away