Six, Three Times - Boris

Now, there’s no one around here or the floor

Look, it’s always cutting apart

Make a call, press six, three times

Sing now

Happy lies, made by the evil thingy

Let them talk, just like that

Fill the vacuum with your empty loose words

You always say the word

You know it’s wiwa, spit it out

Here are the answers you want

Shuffle

Fill the vacuum, one-man show, a total nonsense

Fill the vacuum

Re-dial only