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In a Couch From IKEA

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In a couch from IKEA, Dad sits and beats Mom
It's TV night and Mom has spilled some beer on the living room table
So now Dad is swearing and beating Mom and using taboo words
 
In a couch from IKEA, Mom sits and pulls Dad by the hair
In huge chunks, Mom rips out all of the hair he has
Then Dad goes to karate classes and Mom goes to the bar
 
In a couch from IKEA, Dad sits and beats Mom
Dad gets strong when he gets angry and Dads gets angry when he thinks
That his wife is cheating on him with her boss at his office
 
In a couch from IKEA, Mom sits and claws at Dad
And then they scream and rip off the clothes they wear
And then they do what makes Mom a mother and Dad a father
 
In a couch from IKEA, Mom lies and Mom is dead
Then the kids go to an orphanage and Dad on bread and water
That was today's little sunshine, sincerely Wam & Vennerød
 

War Paint

I see that you're looking at me funny
I'm awry and I won't be tamed, I won't stack up prettily
What breaks you?
The moment when you look at yourself in the mirror
And ask yourself where you are
I'm cracked, I'm often broken
But I have to start from somewhere here in the bottom of the pit
I won't lose myself again
Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me
 
Speakers boom, Mercedes Benzes, worms
Kohl on my eyelids, chips of glitter
When I enter the club the lights reflect off me
My radiance resembles a divine halo
You don't understand a single shade in me
Your ego reveals your simple colour eye
I'm wearing purple lipstick and I'm not giving up
I stay strong, I know who I am even though I know nothing
 
They threw us into the lion's cage
And hoped that it'd devour us
If you were one of those go to hell
Don't you see that these are war paint
 
They threw us into the lion's cage
And hoped that it'd devour us
If you were one of those go to hell
Don't you see that these are war paint
 
War paint
All of these on my face are war paint
War paint
Don't you see that these are war paint
War paint
All of these on my face are war paint
War paint
Don't you see that these are war paint
 
Today we'll get out of the cage
Heart beating, predators chasing but they won't catch us
You're my shield
Even though a lion is roaring the war cry in my head rises to the skies
You see the lining on my eyes
They help me keep my boundaries, they've been broken all the time
I set my room on fire, watched as that shit burned
I'm not ready but I'm enough like Vesta said
 
I'm your alter ego
I'm your superhero
I'm tired of wimping out
I'll look into the mirror for the last time and the crybaby will stay there
I'll accept my face, my voice, my name
Meanwhile it grew dark outside
I drew lines on my eyelids and now I can see past myself again
There's nothing to worry about anymore
If you don't start pulling the rug from under me
I've decided that I'll trust
In the world and in you, you'll always be on my side
If the rug threatens to slip from under you it's a good sign to get up from the floor
Jump around or climb the walls
Nobody's better, that's right
 
They threw us into the lion's cage
And hoped that it'd devour us
If you were one of those go to hell
Don't you see that these are war paint
 
They threw us into the lion's cage
And hoped that it'd devour us
If you were one of those go to hell
Don't you see that these are war paint
 
War paint
All of these on my face are war paint
War paint
Don't you see that these are war paint
War paint
All of these on my face are war paint
War paint
Don't you see that these are war paint
 

Give a Little Whistle

Do you understand something
Ahhh
but I'll get It right
Ok, my son I'll help you
Any time you need me Just whistle
Like that
Like that
No no try again
Like that
No son
listen to me, like that
come on
Let's sing
 
If one day you get in trouble
And you don't know what to do
Give me a whistle
Give me a whistle
If before temptations
You don't know what to do
Give me a whistle
Give me a whistle
 
I don't mean a silly sound
I need extraordinary sound
If your breath is weak, call
Jiminy cricket
Yes
 
Take a straight road
If once you slip
Give me a whistle
Give me a whistle
And always let the conscious be your guide
(2x)
 
And always let the conscious be your guide
 

Sofa No. 2

I am the heaven
I am the water
I am the dirt under your rollers
(Oh no, whip it on me, honey!)
I am your secret dirt
And lost coins
I am your scratches
I am your scratches and cuts
 
I am the clouds
I am embroidered
I am the author of all edges
And damask piping
I am the chrome dinette
I am the chrome dinette
I am all kinds of eggs
 
I am all days and nights
I am all days and nights
 
I am here
And you are my sofa...