Listen to the Pope
words: Marco Roelofs
He goes to countries like Brazil
To tell the people everything about God's will
No sex before marriage, no even safe
Don't use condoms and walk straight to your grave
(CHORUS)
Listen to the Pope, you'll get aids (4x)
A little creep in a ghost outfit
Thinks he is Jesus but he's not a bit
Against everything that fits not in his head
He ain't stupid but his brains are death
Abuse the words of a guy called God
Explain words wrong to justify blood
Preaching about peace among all of us
But can't you see the crimes that religion does?
Not mad (fucking angry!)
words: Marco Roelofs
Struggle, struggle, fighting begins at birth
My childhood in streets full of hate and dirt
Divided by superior feelings of race, country and blood
Driven by wars, murders, crimes in the name of a self-made God
(CHORUS)
On my screen the world is burning
I wonder that the earth's still turning
But I'm not mad... I'm fucking angry
Living just for ourselves and our expensive new brought car
But if mother earth runs out of petrol you won't drive far
Another hypocrite politician on my T.V. screen
Telling me to vote for him, fuck off, I vote Mr. Bean
Cowardly like a thief in a deep, cold, dark night
With a murderous instinct from the deepest inside
Rotten to the deepest core by materialistic possessions
Leaded by insensible warpigs torturing till the confessions
Suicide
words: Marco Roelofs
From a Bridge, from a roof, for a train
From a boat, for a truck, out a plane
In your bed, in your room, under a tree
In a lake, in a bath, into sea
By a sword, by a rope or gasoline
By a knife, by a raiser or machine
(CHORUS)
Suicide is in the air I can commit it everywhere
Leave this world that is totally rotten
Make sure I've nothing forgotten
I will leave a note behind
Maybe someone will remind
I'm down, depressed and I'm feeling alone
This pain inside hurts me till the bone
I'm scared to die, I wanna life forever
Asking questions but find the answer never
Behind the doors of death is no return
My soul is gone, my body will burn
I just like to sit and cry all day long
But I have work to do because now I'm young
Suicide, I think it's no alternative
Because I've a dream, a dream for which I live
But dreams can be broken or may not come true
That's the end of my story, nothing more to do
The granny got 'm drunk
words: Marco Roelofs
Fred was on a party to have beer and some fun
And this party was the place it all begun
He met this quiet, little, old, lovely granny
Boozing like hell, that was really funny
She offered him a drink and made a little talk
But two hours later Fred didn't know how to walk
Fred was drunk and granny too Fred told granny "I think I love you"
(CHORUS)
The granny, the granny got 'm drunk
Isn't that really punk? The granny got 'm drunk
Fred the cola-junk, The granny, the granny got 'm drunk
Isn't that really punk? The granny got 'm drunk
That old boozing-junk
The granny kept talking and Fred kept drinking
Knowing that tomorrow his room was stinking
She wanted him to dance and he said oké
Don't think about tomorrow just life today
Fred couldn't dance but the granny didn't care
Because she was drunk too and she was a little rare
And then at one moment, a beer too far
Fred was so drunk, he couldn't find the bar
Monday morning at six o'clock
His head was feeling just like a rock
It was late last night, he knew for sure
So stay in bed today that's the only cure
He couldn't get up he felt so bad
His puke was yellow, black and red
Fred didn't ever see the granny again
That quite, little granny called him a man
Goede Tijden, Slechte Tijden
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Mevrouw Helmink uw maandverband zit fout
Foei Peter, wat ben je toch weer stout
Dokter Simon ik vind je maar een lul
Hé Arney, doe je haar eens in de krul!
Jef Alberts, met je scheve paardekop
En Linda, nou daar wil ik wel eens op
Daniel, je bent een oude zeur
Dianne, je hebt een kop als een deur
(REFREIN)
Goede Tijden, Slechte Tijden (4x)
Meneer Harmsen hou eens op met dat gezeik
Laura, je bent een losgebroken lijk
Mickey, nou dat valt dan nog wel mee
Maar Suzanne, spoel die maar door de plee
Jef Alberts met je scheve paardekop
En Linda, nou daar wil ik wel eens op
Daniel, je bent een oude zeur
Dianne, je hebt een kop als een deur
Drie keer kijken voor het schrijven van dit lied
Maar zonder kotsbak haalde ik het einde niet
Het is toch zielig dat een mens zoiets kijkt
Alhoewel dat niet uit de kijkcijfers blijkt
Can't find my brains
words: Marco Roelofs
Walk to the left, walk to the right
I'm searching for that happy light
Running forward, running back
Try to follow my followed track
I'm sure I've lost them around here
Was it this street or overthere?
(CHORUS)
I can't find my brains, but I don't care at all
I can't find my brains, but I don't care
Looking around that's what I do
Can't find those things since a week or two
I've called to Jesus and to 911
They told me:"You've lost them when your life begun"
If you have seen my brains hanging around
Please call, I want them to be found
Why am I looking for them anyway?
There are many guys just like me
Look at Koresh or Mr. Saddam Hoessein
Do those guys really have a brain?
The world is ruled by brainless fools
So I don't need a brain knowing all the rules
Winter wonderland
words: Marco Roelofs
Everything was quiet in a peaceful winterland
One day there came four boys, walking hand in hand
The boys were just walking not knowing where to go
It was already Christmas and there was a lot of snow
And they were singing a song...
(CHORUS)
In a winter, winter, winter wonderland
We are making noise, we are making noise
In a winter, winter, winter wonderland We are making noise
Loud, proud and ugly they sang a noisy song
The lyrics were obscene but the meaning wasn't wrong
The winter wonderland wasn't quiet anymore
Because four little boys were screaming bloody gore...
The storm took not long but the chaos was complete
The little boys walked further and the animals could breath
But that peaceful winter wonderland covered with snow
Did never see the boys again, because they knew where to go
My name is Jesus
words: Marco Roelofs
Jesus and I, we met at school
When I first saw him, I thought what a fool
A silly hippie, with dirty long hair
But judge the outside, no that isn't fair
(CHORUS)
Hello, hello, my name is Jesus
Yes, that's what he said
Hello, hello, my name is Jesus
Don't you believe that?
Jesus and I became close friends
We smoked pot and played in several bands
When I first saw him, I thought what a fool
But now I know that he is really cool
Jesus told me he didn't like his name
People were laughing, everywhere he came
And at one day he changed his name
From now on Jesus was Mary Jane
Tering Tyfus Takketrut
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!
Mom and Dad created a monster
words: Marco Roelofs
I am nothing, I'm just a piece of shit
My clothes are different so you can see it
The thoughts I have are not the same as yours
Those ideas don't make my a loser without force
(CHORUS)
Mom and Dad created a monster The monster is me
Mom and Dad created a monster I just count up to three
Mom and Dad created a monster Please don't look at me
Mom and Dad created a monster The monster is me
I am nothing, I'm a beast without sense
Completely mad, out of my mind, so are my friends
The way I walk divides me from the crowd
Crowd full of hypocrites, don't know what they are talking about
I am nothing, because I don't wear a suit
But if that's what you like, than you should
It's more fun to feel fine yourself
Than do things just to please somebody else
Mom and Dad created a monster, the monster is me
Don't know where to go
words: Marco Roelofs
Shut up! Shut up, I know what I want
Fuck you, suit and tie guy
My life, the way I live it
No God, can stop my vision
This earth, means nothing to me
My way, I do it my way
(CHORUS)
But I don't know where to go (4x)
Tell me, why you hate me
Don't tell, I know the reason
Feelings, don't know what that means
Freedom, I laugh about that
Friendship, yeah keep on dreaming
My girl, that's where I die for
This is my life, just leave me alone
This is my life, it's not your life
This is my life, just let me do my things
This is my life, I know what's best for me
Igor slaat nergens op!
tekst & muziek: Heideroosjes
drumsolo: Igor Hobus
Why am I?
words: Marco Roelofs
Intense aggressions, I'm burning inside
Want to speak out my emotions, end up my fight
I know I can't put them away any longer
My sense says no but my emotions are stronger
(CHORUS)
Why am I? Who am I? I will try, what I try
You will die, just as I
Why am I?
An explosion of my pent up rage
Have to release it, I need disengage
My days are black, cold and all the same
Everything is wrong but who is to blame?
Hate, pain, destruction is all I see
Too many things with which I don't agree
I could turn my head off and look the other way
I wish I could but that's not the real me
Da doo ron ron #
original by: The Crystals
no permission to re-print lyrics here
I am, You are
words: Marco Roelofs
Here we are, side by side we stand
Red, white, yup and punk, friend next to friend
No walls between us, girls next to boys
A generation to be heard, we're not just toys
Your blood is my blood, the color is red
Friendship is the key, the message we spread
When I'm feeling down, you're there to make me smile
If you need to talk, take the phone and dial
(CHORUS)
I am, you are
Ich bin, du bist
Je suis, tu es
Ik bin, geej ziet
You call yourself a skinhead
I think I'm a punk
With our rasta friend we're getting drunk
We don't think in colors or sexual flavor
Peace, love and anarchy, what's descent behavior?
Your blood is my blood, the color is red
Friendship is the key, the message we spread
When I'm feeling down, you're there to make me smile
If you need to talk, take the phone and dial
Friendship, till death do us apart
Friendship, prisoned within my heart
Friendship, stronger than every hate
Friendship, we will never derogate
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