it's a sunday
the sun is shining out
in the bahce
a perfect time to kill
see them waste their lives
now look back and cry
couldn't see the lies
i waste their wasted lives
i am şaban abi, i am bent to kill
black ceylon mixture flows, from my bidon of death
"saban abi, çayımız açık olsun"
they laugh to pass the time
"tolka çay piot"
faces once filled with glee
now emit horrifying screams
i am şaban abi, laughing as they cry,
gasp and choke in terror, watch them slowly die
i am şaban abi, i am bent to kill
black ceylon mixture flows, from my bidon of death
the sun is shining out
in the bahce
a perfect time to kill
see them waste their lives
now look back and cry
couldn't see the lies
i waste their wasted lives
i am şaban abi, i am bent to kill
black ceylon mixture flows, from my bidon of death
"saban abi, çayımız açık olsun"
they laugh to pass the time
"tolka çay piot"
faces once filled with glee
now emit horrifying screams
i am şaban abi, laughing as they cry,
gasp and choke in terror, watch them slowly die
i am şaban abi, i am bent to kill
black ceylon mixture flows, from my bidon of death