Who's there for me (1995)
words: Marco Roelofs
I walk in the streets and there is no one there
I hear a voice and there is no one there
I see a market square but no one is there
I reach a hand out but no one is there
(CHORUS)
No one is there for me (2x)
People got killed and I don't care
This world is dying but I don't care
I know they hate me and I don't care
I close my eyes and I don't care
(CHORUS)
Because no one cares about me (2x)
Break the public peace (1996)
words: Marco Roelofs
We've got to break the public peace
Force those suckers down to their knees
We've got to make them fuckin' show
That suit and tie guy can't play with us, oh no
We've got to stick together as one
Our fight ain't over, it has just begun
We've got to break the public peace
To save the ones we love, the kids, the trees
(CHORUS)
So tell your mommy you won't be home for dinner
And tell your daddy you will do what he was too scared for
The fight for freedom within yourself
Don't rely on others, it's your choice and no one else's
We won't cut our hair to get a job
We won't act macho to become a cop
We won't suck your dick to be in your scene
We won't wear a suit if that's what you call clean
We've got to let them hear our voice
If we want to survive, it's the only choice
We've got to go back to the basics of nature
To discover we're a hell of a creature
Break it, Break it, the public peace!
Nothing's wrong (2001)
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....
Fistfuckparty At 701 (1997)
words: Marco Roelofs
Eleven, I guess she was eleven
This pretty girl next door, always smiling at me
She had this kind of sunlight in her eyes
Always laughing and playing with the kids in the street
And then at one moment she just disappeared
A few days later she was found, dead in a ditch
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
molesting little children, oh what fun
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
ruin a life that just begun
Tied up, raped, killed and thrown away!
Extra, Extra, read all about it!
Something strange is going on today
Little kids disappear and no one seems to care
Weird games being played and no one seems to care
Don't trust the one you thought you could trust,
just be aware!
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
molesting little children, oh what a fun
There is a fistfuckparty at 701
ruin a life that just begun
Let's just close our eyes and pretend that nothing is wrong
Let's just close our eyes and sing another happy hardcore song
nana nana nana nana nana
But there are kids tied up just next to your door
Penetrated little girls on your neighbor's floor
There is a fistfuckparty and your daughter is in
It's not the end, It's just a beginning
All over Europe now, sex offenses with little children emerge. Also
politicians and clergy are often involved in juvenile rape. I hate this sick minds...
Fistful of ideals (1999)
words: Marco Roelofs
You're a pig, I'm a pig, everybody is a pig
Lying, cheating, sucking every fuckin' rich man's dick
You're God, I'm God, everybody acts like God
God is black, God is gay, God is just a lazy sod
Why don't we just lay down our guitars and rise?
Why don't we just suck out the earth 'till it dies?
Why don't we just lay down our guns and kiss?
Why do we accept this mess in the way it is?
I got a fistful of ideals in a world full of shit
fistful of ideals in a world full of shit
fistful of ideals in a world full of shit
You're a junk, I'm a junk, don't tell me you're a punk
Getting high, feeling low, my daddy is a useless drunk
You're a whore, she's a whore, everybody is here to score
Gimme, gimme, all you have, no, just give me more
Why don't we just lay down our guitars and rise?
Why don't we just suck out the earth 'till it dies?
Why don't we just lay down our guns and kiss?
Why do we accept this mess in the way it is?
Watch me play (1999)
words: Marco Roelofs
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks
It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks
It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star
They're just my ways of living, my passions as they are
Watch me play, I just know a few chords on my guitar
It's not about the drugs, not about the booze
just about rock 'n roll, the energy I use
It's not about the make up, not about being cool
It's all about surviving and music is my tool
Watch me play, I just know a few chords on my guitar
Hear me sing, I just sound like Dylan with a too tight bra
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks
It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks
It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star
They're just my ways of living, my passions as they are
Watch me play, I just know a few chords on my guitar
Hear me sing, I just sound like Dylan with a too tight bra
It's not about who you are, it's all about what you do.
It's not about what you do, it's all about who you are
Ik wil niks (2001)
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!
Time is ticking away (1999)
words: Marco Roelofs
I gotta do something that's what they say
Because time is ticking away
I gotta get a job and work 8 hours a day
Because time is ticking away
I gotta quit my school and become a famous DJ
Because time is ticking away
I gotta travel the world and learn Spanish someday
Because time is ticking away
Time is ticking away
And there are too many things I wanna say
Like "I love you" "Thanks for being there"
"Seize the day" "Enjoy the moment"
Because time is ticking away
I know one day I will pass away
I can worry, I can cry, I can pray
But I rather like to dance instead
and look back on the great times we had
I don't need many friends
but those I have are real
Together we're down for life
United we stand, devided we fall
All for one and one for all
I'm not deaf...I'm just ignoring you (1993)
words: Marco Roelofs
You're always yell into my head
Shout advice not to forget
Don't do this and don't eat that
Don't you fart and don't grow fat
Stay off drugs, never have faith
Have safe sex or masturbate
(CHORUS)
I'm not deaf...I'm just ignoring you!
I'm not deaf...I'm just ignoring you!
I'm not deaf...I'm just ignoring you!
I'm not deaf...I'm just ignoring you!
I have a life and it's all mine
Don't you dare to touch it when I feel fine
And if you don't like the way I live
I'm sorry but I won't change just to give
To give you the feeling it's under control
Cause being myself means being free at all
(CHORUS)
Would you please shut up so I can tell you this
Keep your mouth shut cause it stinks like fish
Just leave me the fuck alone
Please, shut up my head's turning into stone
And always when you tell me what I have to do
Remember I'm not deaf, I'm just ignoring you
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
Sjonnie & Anita (1995)
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Je komt ons overal tegen
In elke stad op alle wegen
We zijn nooit alleen
Altijd op weg naar nergens heen
Wij verplaatsen ons meestal in groepen
Langs iemand scheuren, snel een scheldwoord roepen
Shaggies rollen dat lukt nog niet zo goed
We trippen wel, zoals iedereen dat doet
(REFREIN)
Wij zijn Sjonnie & Anita, samen op de Cita
Wij zijn Sjonnie & Anita, gokkasten, mayonaise met frites
School is klote, 2 Unlimited is cool
Iedere les dan verkutten wij de boel
Na school dan is het weer scheuren
Op naar de sportschool waar het moet gaan gebeuren
Anita kijkt met zaadvragende ogen
Hoe Sjonnie een halter heeft kromgebogen
De macho lacht, hij voelt zich een vent
Die zo juist zijn eigen domheid heeft getemd
Een trainingspak en een gouden zegelring
En achterop zo'n lekker dom ding
Zij een kuif en hij een zonnebank kop
Door de binnestad zonder helmpie op
Punica (1990)
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Het is geel en het ruikt naar fruit
Het ziet er ook lekker uit
Je neemt een ferme slok
Je kijkt meteen op de klok Je raakt in extase
'T is tijd voor de punica-oase
(REFREIN)
Jong of oud, groot of klein In de punica-oase daar moet je zijn
Jong of oud, groot of klein Punica is zo fijn
Zo stoned als een garnaal Punica is het helemaal
Je krijgt er nooit genoeg van
Het is 't beste dat je krijgen kan
En heb je dan nog dorst
Nou dan ga je maar naar Horst
Doa stiet en hundje en dat pist oow in oow mundje
(REFREIN)
Punica is voor iedereen
Van Carcass tot Herman van Veen
Drink Punica en bouw een feest
Leef je uit als een beest
Want 't is een klote feest
Als er geen Punica is geweest
(REFREIN)
(REFREIN)
Billy broke a bottle (again) (2001)
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
Tering Tyfus Takketrut (1994)
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Je bent echt een varken, je waggelt heen en weer
Fifi moet je trekken, lopen kun je al niet meer
Met je gore bontjas en die vette laag make-up
Zit je dan te roddelen bij zo'n teringwijveclub
TTTTERING TYFUS TAKKETRUT!
Je voelt je toch zo machtig, kijkt op alles neer
Maar ook jouw stront is bruin, en dat is ie keer op keer
Je rijdt geen Fiat Panda want dat vind je te min
Je bent een groot varken da's wat ik er van vin!
TTTTERING TYFUS TAKKETRUT!
Stop maar met die poeder er is niks meer aan te doen
Een loeder is een loeder, met of zonder poen
Nu moet je echt niet denken dat ik 't allemaal meen
Maar ik zou je willen schieten in dat houten been!
TTTTERING TYFUS TAKKETRUT!
Regular day in Bosnia (1999)
words: Marco Roelofs
I've tried to find the words to tell
But how can words reflect their hell?
I'm struck by hollow empty eyes
Faith is gone, trust replaced by lies
What's a home if it isn't yours?
Is it human if you can't show remorse?
Respect is a laugh when guns blast
They just live today, it might be their last
It's a regular day in Bosnia
It's a regular kid in Bosnia
Something's still burning in Bosnia
I will never forget about Bosnia
I'm walking through this ghost-town
Definite silence all sounds will drown
Burned down houses witness paranoia
Ethnic cleansing, name of the destroyer
A family portrait, it's laying in rubbish
I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish
Hunted, killed for what cause?
Another führer's megalomania of course!
He tells me about the mine-fields he has crossed
He tells me about the friends he had lost
He tells me about his sister being blown to bits
He tells me about mines cleared away by kids
He tells me Serbs and Moslims used to walk hand in hand
He tells me things I will never understand
It's the same in Croatia
It's the same in Bosnia
It's the same in Kosovo
It's the same in Servia
In 1998 we did a tour throughout former Yugoslavia. We’ve met all kinds of people. Moslems, Croatian people, Serbian kids, all kinds of persons who believe in a different God or have a different tradition. This whole trip impressed me as a person and us as a band very much. We saw the burned down houses (they’re still there), we heard the horrible stories and we saw the ‘no-future-faces’ of the kids overthere. Those eyes filled with hatred. But it wasn’t only depressing; every night kids went crazy (in a positive way) when we played our songs. They had a great time. And it felt very strange to me. Fun and pain, so close together. One night some kid came to me and said "I lost all my family and friends during the war. Every day and every minute I think of them. But today, for the first time since the war, I could clear my mind for an hour and a half. And that was during your concert. Thank you". And I can tell you, words like these mean more to me than the over 100.000 albums we have sold in Holland.
Iedereen is gek (behalve jij)! (1999)
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Ze drinkt koffie met haar buurvrouw dagelijks van één tot twee
Of zij The Bold ook heeft gezien, gisteravond op t.v.
Maar buurvrouw heeft het niet gezien, er was Europacup
Dus zat haar Karel met sjaal en pet te schreeuwen naar zijn club
Arme Libelle-bel dit is waar zij voor leeft
Kletsen met die Margriet-griet is alles wat ze heeft
En iedereen is gek behalve jij
Slurpend aan de koffie, eensgezind, dat jeugdhuis moet maar dicht
Ze spreken schande over die van nummer 13, want dat is een nicht!
Maar haar man Jos dat is de held, de held die haar beflikkerd
Die pakt alles waar een gat in zit, maar zij is blind en te verkikkerd
Haar recht is het aanrecht, dat hebben ze haar geleerd!
En ze weet wel dat ze meer kan, ze heeft 't geprobeerd
Ze wil graag Engels leren, maar haar man vindt dat te duur!
Of ze wel weet wat dat kost, zo'n grote motor in de schuur?
Hij zegt ze moet niet zeuren want ze komt toch niets te kort?
En dat ze beter kan gaan breien voor als ze moeder wordt!
Er is veel meer dat je kunt, er is veel meer dat je weet
Is dit echt alles waar jij voor leeft?
Everybody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me (1997)
words: Marco Roelofs
Some tell me I'm a king, a winner, a god
It sounds cool but pity me I'm not
Some hate me, spread lies, and disgust me
I like to smash their faces but that's not me
Why do people hold me for a perfect guy?
Why do people hate me without knowing why?
Everybody loves me & everybody hates me
You talk too loud to get my trust
One day your smile will be bust
You look too phony to make me believe
What is that you wanna achieve?
Jealous cowards, jealous cowards!
Who are they who hold me for a fuckin' hero?
Who are they who love me less than zero?
Klapvee! (1996)
woorden: Marco Roelofs
De bejaardenbond uit Klazinaratjetoe
Die kreeg een briefje, ze mochten naar de TV toe
Met een hele bus naar de Vakantieman
Ze maakten er een gezellig dagje van
Iedereen in het nieuw en iedereen blij
Na drie uur rijden kwamen zij aldaar
Ze moesten snel gaan zitten, heel dicht op elkaar
De regisseur riep "en zo meteen bekken dicht"
Niet in de camera loensen en klappen is verplicht
Als ik zwaai met mijn papiertje gaan de handen op elkaar
De bejaardenbond kreeg vlaggetjes waarmee ze zwaaien moesten
Maar tante Mien had astma en begon te hoesten
En tijdens de reclame werd tante Mien uit het publiek gehaald
Oprotten teef, je hebt in jouw gedrag gefaald!
De bejaardenbond moest ook zingen een of ander volkslied
Maar ome Jan zonder kunstgebit, die lukte dat niet
De regisseur kende geen pardon, ome Jan die vloog eruit
This is TV man, geen dom dagje uit
(REFREIN)
Klapvee, klapt u even mee?
Handen op elkaar, één twee hupsakee
Klapvee, treurnis op tv
Handen op elkaar, één twee hupsakee
Ik word er echt niet goed van, het maakt mij schijtziek
Neem nou die schandaalprogramma's met dat scheldend publiek
Jan neukte zijn moeder en Kees deed het met de hond
Dat interesseert mij geen fuck dus hou gewoon je mond
Nog erger is die Hansje met zijn Rad van Fortuin
Om nog maar te zwijgen over die pizza's van Van Duin
Lachen en klappen, één twee op commando
Je hond doet 't niet beter, apport de baas Fernando!
(REFREIN)
Klapvee, klapt u even mee?
Handen op elkaar, één twee hupsakee
Klapvee, treurnis op tv Handen op elkaar, ik doe mooi niet mee!
De bejaardenbond uit Klazinaratjetoe
Was die avond meer dood dan moe
Ome Jan en tante Mien houden het voortaan wel voor gezien
Naar de Vakantieman gaan de oudjes nooit meer toe!
United Scum (1992)
words: Marco Roelofs
Fools, punks and skins united as one
Don't talk about politics just have fun
People say we're scumbags, but we don't care
We will never disappear, we're always be here
(CHORUS)
Scum is what you call us
Scum is what we will be
Scum is what you call us
Scum is all you see
We don't give a fuck which crowd you're in
It doesn't make sense what's the color of your skin
Bald, boots, long hair or converse shoes
Welcome to the crowd, united scum rules
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
We're just us, UNITED SCUM!
Have a right to speak, UNITED SCUM!
Call us what you want, UNITED SCUM!
Can't break us down, UNITED SCUM!
(CHORUS)
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