NIMBY (not in my backyard)
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Hey Mr. Politics!
How come you don't care of the homeless?
Hey Mr. Politics!
You keep them far from your place,
so you don't sleep restless
Hey Mr. Fiddlesticks!
No railway traffic, across your own street
Hey Mr. Fiddlesticks!
How many dirty junkies do you ever meet?
Not in my backyard
That's how you play cards
Not in my backyard
Don't sell me your facade
Not in my backyard
Game over, wrong card
Hey Mr. Politics!
You live far away from the red light district
Hey Mr. Politics!
Your neighbourhood is never
a stake in a conflict
Hey Mr. Fiddlesticks!
We are to ones who elected you
Hey Mr. Fiddlesticks!
Did you forget who pulled you through?
Nothing's wrong
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Long time, no see, I'm doing fine, yeah, thank you
That's nice, you look great, don't wanna know what I go through
Hard times, much pain, you will never know,no one ever does
I stay cool, will act tough, I'll smile along for you 'cause
Nothing's wrong....except for me falling apart
Nothing's wrong....it's tearing pieces of my heart
Nothing's wrong....except for me falling apart
Nothing's wrong....but I fell down right from the start
Let's laugh, let's drink, let's just pretend that I feel good
But at night, it gets to me, hits me like a piece of hardwood
It's wrong, I feel fucked, can't play the clown no more, no
I quit, find help, I'm getting out of my own freakshow
Nothing's wrong....except for me falling apart
Nothing's wrong....it's tearing pieces of my heart
Nothing's wrong....except for me falling apart
Nothing's wrong....but I fell down right from the start
Big boy is calling out for help
Big boy is calling out for help
join my journey
Come on, take a ride
Walk with me through the valley of fear
Nothing's wrong, I'm doing fine
Nothing's wrong, nothing is....
Ik wil niks
tekst: Marco Roelofs
muziek: Heideroosjes
't is genoeg, dit is de limiet
Al die stress, ik trek 't niet
Vandaag kunnen jullie de pleuris krijgen
Niemand hier brengt mij tot zwijgen
Je zegt dat ik wat moet bereiken
Lig niet aan m'n kop te zeiken!
Rechten, plichten, hou toch op
Verantwoordelijkheid? Ik kots erop!
Ik wil niks! Ik wil helemaal niks!
Ik wil niks! Ik schijt op alles wat ik moet
Ik wil niks! Ik wil helemaal niks!
Ik wil niks!
Dikke vinger, bekijk 't maar
Al stort de wereld in elkaar
Vandaag kunnen jullie de tyfus sterven
Deze baaldag zal niet bederven
Apatisch, suf en zonder doel
Hang ik onderuit in m'n luie stoel
Ik moet dit en ik moet dat
Maar ik blijf zitten, op m'n gat!
Ik wil niks! Ik wil helemaal niks!
Ik wil niks! Ik schijt op alles wat ik moet
Ik wil niks! Ik wil helemaal niks!
Ik wil niks! Vandaag doe ik niks!
We're all fucked up!
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
If I look around in society today
I just can't find the words
I don't know what to say
Hatred has replaced
compassion and respect
We seem to accept
things we should reject
Sometimes I really think
no one gives a damn
We teach a lot of rules
which we never exam
So maybe I just should
act like one of those
And punch a harmless granny
real hard up her nose
Let's sing a song together
'cause we are all fucked up
In a society of violence
it's better to be locked up
Give me a gun
I blow your head away
I just wanna kill
A rich kid today
Lend me your knife
And than I'll stab you in the back
I just like some blood
It's cool if can't hit me back
Give me your car
I'll drive it off a bridge
I can't return your keys
They're stolen by a midge
Spare me some coins
So I can cop some dope
I will feed it to your sister
And hang her on a rope
Let's sing a song together
'cause we are all fucked up
In a society of violence
it's better to be locked up
Oh my god what's going on
Did we lose it all?
If we stay intolerant
Down is where we fall
Why not put a smile on
And share a pint of beer
Everyone is welcome to have fun
And give a cheer
3 needs 2 get a grip
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Whenever I feel I cannot go on
At a point when all my spirit is gone
I know what gets my head up high again
When I see the world with troubled eyes
After another conflict fed by lies
My conviction helps me through the day
Hope, is what keeps me going
Faith, is what pulls me through
Hope, faith, friendship
Three needs to get a grip
Hope, faith, friendship
Life means nothing if you let that slip
At all those times when life drags me down
When it feels as if the plague entered town
It's the chain of three that keeps me going on
On the day the sun won't shine no more
When I crawl like a wounded on the floor
I know what I need to help me out
Hope, is what keeps me going
Faith, is what pulls me through
Hope, faith, friendship
Three needs to get a grip
Hope, faith, friendship
Life means nothing if you let that slip
3 needs to get a grip, and I will not forget
Hope, faith, friendship, it's in my heart 'n
in my head
Thank you (for messing me up)
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Here I'm standing, yes, I'm crying
Oh my God I feel like dying
I am not a tough guy anymore
I would never know, what I know now
If you didn't break our vow
And yes, of course, it hurts like hell
Although you messed me up really bad
And took every bit of pride I had
I wanna thank you for doing that
Although you messed me up, made me mad
Took every bit of sense I had
I wanna thank you for doing that
Here I'm standing, yes I'm fighting
Some things can't be caught in writing
A new chapter in my book of life
Whatever might, whatever should
Have I not done all that I could?
But my best wasn't good enough for you
Although you messed me up really bad
And took every bit of pride I had
I wanna thank you for doing that
Although you messed me up, made me mad
Took every bit of sense I had
I wanna thank you for doing that
All that hurts me, makes me stronger
All that hurts me, makes me more complete
All that hurts me. makes me stronger
Malen in m'n kop
tekst: Marco Roelofs
muziek: Heideroosjes
Je houdt van hem, niet meer van mij
"Wie weet tot ziens" is wat je zei
het blijft maar malen in m'n kop
Een dier in doodstrijd op TV
Alweer een koe met BSE
Het blijft maar malen in m'n kop
We klonen schapen, spelen God
We maken ons eigen soort kapot
Het blijft maar malen in m'n kop
Een illegaal maakt zich van kant
Omdat ze terug moet naar haar land
Het blijft maar malen in m'n kop
De kanker sloopt z'n hele lijf
Hij heeft nog maar een dag of vijf
Het blijft maar malen in m'n kop
En stel dat God dan echt bestaat
Waarom komt Ze dan steeds te laat?
Het blijft maar malen in m'n kop
Het gaat maar door 't houdt nooit op!
Billy broke a bottle (again)
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
She's scared, he's home again
Like in a war she makes her plan
But no matter what she will try
He's drunk and he's mad
About something she never said
To him all she says is a lie
But she didn't speak at all
She really needs to make a call
Call out to someone for protection
Billy broke a bottle again
Alcohol makes him a man
Billy broke a bottle again
He treats her like a garbage can
Billy broke a bottle again
Alcohol makes him a man
Billy broke a bottle again
No job, no goal, no single plan
She's hurt, she wants to leave
How could she ever be so naive?
His promise broke in two again
Years go by, all stays the same
He's the evil but she's to blame
Her fire of life reduced to a flame
Billy, big boy Billy
Hey Billy, why don't you just get a life?
Instead of beating the shit out of your wife
Home
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Get in the van, hit the road
Against the stream we swim
Another town, another club
Forever drink life to the brim
Different night, different crowd
Always pure 'n always loud
Give it all, a little more
Till I die, that's what I'm here for
Home is where the heart is
My heart is where the road is
Home is where the heart is
The road is where my home is
Like a dog we use to live
A lot to gain a lot to give
We have a dream, the four of us
Conquer the world in a broken bus
Modern nomads, don't stick too long
Unload the van and play our song
And if you wake, the morning after
Our ugly bus became a little wafter
Home is where the heart is
My heart is where the road is
Home is where the heart is
The road is where my home is
Home is where the heart is
My heart is where the road is
I try to find myself a way home
How far away can my home be?
Rechtsstaat
couplet: Marco Roelofs
refrein: Henny Vrienten
muziek: Heideroosjes
Angst, niet ver van m'n bed
Door onze slappe zedenwet
De dader die slachtoffer wordt
Hij mag naar huis wegens celtekort
Maar als je dochter is verkracht
Door zo'n lafaard in de nacht
Dan wil je recht tegen leed
Levenslang, dat is concreet
Sta op je recht, maar ze komt nooit terug
Sta op je recht en je leven is stuk
Ze zeggen 't is nog niet te laat
Therapie betaalt door de Staat
Hij krijgt een jaar, zij levenslang
Durft niet op straat, wat is ze bang
En dan opeens, de tweede keer
Therapie gefaald, ze leeft niet meer
Sluit 'm op! Water en brood
Levenslang, tot aan de dood
Sta op je recht, maar ze komt nooit terug
Sta op je recht en je leven is stuk
Last call to humanity
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
War Child, Sea Shepherd
Just a few who really make an effort
Greenpeace, Amnesty
Some do care about honesty
I don't want to preach what you should do
But it would be good if you'd share my view
The right fight, anyway
Let's not give away
Our hope and struggle for a brighter day
Last call, last call, to humanity
Face your, face your, insanity
We drown, we drown in our vanity
Red Cross, UNICEF
The voluntary doctors of the MSF
Many voices, one message
The status quo presents a real bad presage
They are the ones who really make a difference
They stand up against our own ignorance
The right, fight, anyway
Let's not give away
Our hope and struggle for a brighter day
Last call, last call, to humanity
Face your, face your, insanity
We drown, we drown in our vanity
Last call, last call, to humanity
Face your, face your, insanity
We drown, we drown in our vanity
Last call, last call, to humanity!
Freak of society
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
I'm a freak of society in a society of freaks
A community where many talk
but no one really speaks
I'm a freak of society in a society of freaks
We want to find happiness
but no one really seeks
I'm a freak of society in a society of freaks
Parents blaming others for
the troubles of their geeks
I'm a freak of society in a society of freaks
My friends are shooting dope while they are
watching Twin Peaks
Too many freaks without a solution
A 9 to 5 parade of prostitution
This is what became of human evolution
I don't want to live in this institution
I'm a freak of society in a society of freaks
Too many TV channels with
too many soccer leagues
I'm a freak of society in a society of freaks
Where the lonely man lay dead in his dirty
house for weeks
Too many freaks without a solution
A 9 to 5 parade of prostitution
This is what became of human evolution
I don't want to live in this institution
But I don't have a choice unless a revolution
Will end this community of brain pollution
I'm a freak too 'cause I find no solution
I'm part of this until dissolution
Can't stand your face
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Best bother me another day
Can't stand your face today
I don't hate you, you're quite ok
I can't stand your face today
It's not your fault, it is with me
Can't stand your face today
If you don't go, I won't stay
'cause I can't stand your face today
Most days a year, it's not an issue
Come on, complain, before I miss you
But today I just want, to be left alone
Solve your own shit, you are on your own
Best bother me another day
Can't stand your face today
I don't hate you, you're quite ok
I can't stand your face today
Solve your problems without me
Can't stand your face today
Not even if you were JFK
Can't stand your face today
Tattoo
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
From way back in time
A time more civilized
Nations decorate the skin
To express what's within
As a part of their culture
Like wisdom in a book
It wasn't just a fashion
It was art made with passion
Today still people say
Tattoos are for scum
But why be so affraid?
For so much beauty made
My skin is my canvas
My body, here it is
It's an open field for joy
See this needle, it's my toy
It's my body, it's my life, it's my own choice
Tattoos as expression, it's just a different voice
It's my body, it's my life, it's part of me
Tattoos as expression, which means I'm free
The ink which makes a tattoo
Doesn't infect common sense
It's a dignified creation
Why call that mutilation?
My skin is just a cover
The real me, it's inside
So if you wanna judge me
Look beyond and you'll see
It's my body, it's my life, it's my own choice
Tattoos as expression, it's just a different voice
It's my body, it's my life, it's part of me
Tattoos as expression, which means I'm free
From way back in time, till the day of today
Decoration of skin, the voice from within
It's my body, it's my life, it's my own choice
Tattoos as expression, it's just a different voice
It's my body, it's my life, it's part of me
Tattoos as expression, which means I'm free
I am free!
(some lines about) A Lovesong
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Love songs, I used to hate that shit
But I find out, just bit by bit
They're stupid, silly, but they're true
So many cliches I never knew
Most love songs, they really suck
Boring stories filled with bad luck
But damn man, every word is right
All that shit about loneliness in the night
Let's face it, we all need that someone
A real true friend that we can count on
And that's what love songs are about
This emotion we can't live without
But still, most love songs, they are fake
Too much whining, more than I can take
So I'm not gonna write that stuff
Those lyrics are true but we have 'm enough
These are some lines about a love song
It's just another love song to hate
These are just some lines about a thing called
Love songs, I found it out
I understand what they're all about
I thought love stood for pathetic weakness
But passion fills me when we kiss
You know, it's not the love songs I disgust
It's the sly dog singers I don't trust
They warble and they look too smooth
A phoney smile in a rich man's suit
Sometimes, I wanna write one
A love song for that special someone
Words about this pain and pleasure
Two hearts searching for a treasure
But I prefer to write about
Things we don't like to say out loud
So love songs, it's alright with me
Most suck but are true that's what I plea
Since 1989
words: Marco Roelofs
music: Heideroosjes
Hey, ho, brother it's a Saturday night
Let's make some noise with all our might
Forget your school and your shitty job
Let's play Bro Hymn or Blitzkrieg bop
It doesn't matter as long as it's loud
We've got to share some sweat with this crowd
We were just fifteen, we were pissed and proud
We couldn't play, but we were loud
Dad drove us to our first gigs
I will never forget those teenage kicks
From back in 1989, we play and we're doing fine
It's the year 2001, and we're still having fun
We're twenty-seven, hard work brought us far
Became a way of life, it is what we are
After seven albums, eight hundred shows
Where's the end? Nobody knows!
From back in 1989, we play and we're doing fine
It's the year 2001, and we're still having fun
Hey, ho, brother it's a Saturday night
Let's make some noise with all our might
Forget your school and your shitty job
Let's play Bro Hymn or Blitzkrieg bop
It doesn't matter as long as it's loud
We've got to share some sweat with this crowd
From back in 1989, we play and we're doing fine
It's the year 2001, and we're still having fun
It's the year 2001, fun is why we still hold on
It's the year 2001, we quit when the fun is gone |
