A keresés eredménye

Messi

I have to ask you cause I really love you
I'm not gay, I wouldn't touch you with a barge pole
But where did you find that stuck up gal,
That doesn't get our joking around
 
Courteous over the top, like Ivo Josipović1
You order just a small beer
The more I look at you, the more I believe
It's not even you, but some alien
 
Who went up your ass while you stared at her
And step by step it fucked up your joke-center
 
She dribbles you like Messi
You wag your tail like Lassie
Tell me where's our place in all that
 
I have to ask you cause I really love you
I'm not gay, I wouldn't touch you with a barge pole
But where did you find that stuck up gal,
That doesn't get our joking around
 
I get it, years got the better of you, and washed up dreams
All the long relationships suck at the end
And now under pressure from the people around
You use first person plural
 
We'll do this, we'll do that
We plan, choosing just now
We'll do this, we'll do that
 
She dribbles you like Messi
You wag your tail like Lassie
Tell me where we are in this story
 

• 1. ex-president of Croatia, very polite

Forever Punk

It's over and it was lovely
We'd like to stay here, but we have to go now
Everything has an ending, each one of you knows
Goodbye
 
But before you go, listen to us for just a bit longer
We can't sleep otherwise, will find no rest
Because there's still something that you need to know
And that goes on forever
 
Forever punk, I'd like to be
Forever punk
Do you really always want to stay a hippie?
Forever punk, I'd like to be
Forever punk
Are your children all to become goths?
 
Forever rich, I'd like to be
Forever rich
Forever devouring the other caviar
Forever and ever rich
 
Forever ill, I'd like to be
Forever ill
Forever with the hospital nurse
Be with you forever
 
Viva punk, ten years long, many thanks
And I'll sing even after a hundred years
Viva, viva, viva, viva punk
 
Two meters long, it should be
Three meters long
So that little sister gets wide-eyed
Four meters, five meters long
 
Forever young, I wanna be
Forever young
Do you really wanna live forever
And ever, and ever young?
 

No more

(Chorus)
No more, no more our joint
A very precious marble toilet is still here
Where two deciliters of beer cost like a pint before
And no one, no one laughs
 
I am sitting in a wide armchair
As if I'm on electric chair
How can I drink when everything is white
Like in hospital?
 
On the wall where we used to keep score
Of unleashed drinking
Now art works of some Croata hang
Instead of calendars with boobs
 
(Chorus)
 
Where the waitress with moustache
Wearing blue working shoes
Used to patiently listen to us
Now stands a small white computer
And the staff just like it
Replaces ashtrays like crazy
 
(Chorus)
 

The Motherfuckers[1]

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They're sending tough lads with nuclear arms
To snuff out the savages over there in Iraq
On the tumultuous Balkans, on the Russian Urals
Wherever over the pond [2] one can sense there's money to be had
 
(Chorus)
Film reels love this sort of hero
And their explanation for every situation:
'It's them or us', they say, chewing their gum
'so let's kill the whole fucking nation'
They're kicking the asses of the motherfuckers
They're sowing coffins from the blue beyond
 
They're wiping off the muck from their eyes, so they can see
The wide, bright way into the cathode world
Of fast food, for mouth and mind
Where every psycho has a foreign accent
 
(Chorus)
 
They're reaching their hands out to pull out of the mud
These Beasts that fight each other out of some kind of spite
 
(Chorus)
 

Renault 4

We lie over handbooks, catching sunlight with our faces
A bit more until lectures, but why should we hurry?
You're carried away by America and some far away countries,
And I'm totally into music and our first CD.
 
(Chorus)
What luck when I remember now
The moment you entered my Renault 4,
Moon was over the top full beyond the highway
We slide through the night like a knife through butter
 
I come from the countryside with a mission to make you laugh
You catch other people's ambitions like runaway kites.
I go to the open road to see the city twinkle
And your bare feet stick out from my limo.
 
I'm your guy with a hard accent,
I live in a house up on the hill.
A lot of darkness can fill out fancy houses
That is why I write self-defense songs
 
What luck when I remember now
The moment you entered my Renault 4,
You said to me 'Just drive to any side of the world,
I have a few fantastic tapes.'
 
(Chorus)
 

Free fall

I'm exelent at departing, waving nicely of the platform
Since the early age, I've been practicing round the train stations
My adress is placed in between and I'm halfly fluently speaker
A smile in one hand, cardboarded case in another
 
Full town sensation, world famous phenomenon
The temporary man
In a free fall
forgoten
The temporary man
Elegantly disappearing behind the aftermost coach
Growing empty palases between the home, the platform and the swifting coaches
 
If I'd be leted to choose in what to be recycled
I'd choose a clif or a big rock
If I'd be leted to choose (3x)