Кухня Роджерса

Итак, "Ты нужен стальной крысе Роджерсу, сынок!". Кто там дружит с нейронками? В этот раз задача ещё проще - нужно положить данный текст (афрырь йа) на музыку "Вайт Страйпс - Севен нейшен арми". I'm gonna fight 'em off Epstein Army gonna die in Hormuz Strait. They're gonna rip it off For the pedophiles and demented dead. And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Fox-News outlet. And the message comin' from my eyes Says, "Leave kids alone"! Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's molested a son Everyone knows about it From the Prince of Edward to lord Mandelson And if I catch them comin' back my way I'm gonna kill them to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do And the feelin' comin' from my bones Says, "Go back home" I'm goin' to Hark Island Far from Oklahoma forevermore I'm gonna die on sand Make the blood drip out of every pore And I'm bleedin', and I'm bleedin', and I'm bleedin' Right before the Lord All the words are gonna bleed from me No Heaven for whore! And the stains comin' from my blood Tell me, "Go back home"