SINema
Words: Marco Roelofs
Pride, Porn ‘n Prejudice
Come on folks the show begins
A movie full of whores ‘n pimps
Turn out the lights ‘n start the reel
Check out who’s the imbecile
Come on folks just come right in
To the weirdest place you’ve ever been
Get your tickets at the door
You’ve never seen such filth before
Welcome!
Welcome to the SINema
Welcome!
Hey you kids, just dig around
Show the host what you just found
Don’t you fear, just bring it in
There’s room enough in the house of sin
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
I don’t like the movie
I don’t like the movie
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
Where’s Stallone or Spiderman
I didn’t see this scene in Cannes
Where is Chan or Superman
Save us all…
Welcome, welcome to the SINema
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show!
Welcome!
Psychic
Words: Marco Roelofs
I know things
I feel things
I see things
I can never speak out loud
I know things
I feel things
I see things
I can never speak out loud (3x)
They haunt me
They strangle
possess me, o God
I can never speak out loud
Underneath your surface
I feel what’s going on
I can never speak out loud (3x)
I know things
I feel things
I see things
But I can never speak out loud
This gift is cursed
Pain, pain and I saw the omen
I can never speak out loud (3x)
I’m just psychic
I’m not a psycho!
I can never speak out loud
I’m just psychic
I’m not a psycho!
I can never speak out loud (3x)
Why does everybody steal my hits?
Words: Marco Roelofs
Do you believe it?
She wrote it by herself
You really buy it?
Because she looks so good
Don’t you see it?
How they do my riffs
Don’t you hear it?
I played ‘m first, for sure
I don’t know why everybody steals my hits
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I am not the star and all, yeah I
Do you believe it?
She’s the new big hype
You really buy it?
The way they set you up
Don’t you see it?
I really should be someone
Don’t you hear it?
Those tunes are mine
I don’t know why everybody steals my hits
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I don’t know why everybody does my songs
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I should be the star and all, yeah I
Hey, ho!
Hey, ho!
I don’t know why everybody steals my hits
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I don’t know why everybody does my songs
I don’t know why I am not the famous one
I did the job, they get the fun
I wrote it all before everyone
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?
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
Scapegoat revolution
Words: Marco Roelofs
This is a scapegoat revolution
This is a scapegoat revolution
Sixteen, I hated to be
Sixteen, low self-esteem and
Sixteen, I wanted to be
Eighteen, things went better
Eighteen, I will remember all my life
Sixteen, always picked on
Sixteen, insecure and
Sixteen, but tiny man turned
Eighteen, I learned to enjoy
Eighteen, I will remember all my life
This is a scapegoat revolution
This is a scapegoat revolution
Sixty, I hope I will turn
Sixty, gray not deaf but
Sixty, slowly walk to
Eighty, in good condition
Eighty, smiling back at my passed life
Sixty, one day I’ll be
Sixty, bald and fat and
Sixty, easy going
Eighty, satisfied and
Eighty, smiling back at my passed life
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
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....
Rockstar Heaven
words: Marco Roelofs
Kurt, Jim, Keith and Jimmy
They were twenty seven
I wanna play with them in Gods' Rockstar heaven
I blow myself away, I blow
myself away
Just blow my head away
If I'm famous and twenty seven
Then I'll blow myself to heaven
At the minute my life ends
I get real Rockstar-friends
Let's play a real cool song
Made by Jim and Kurt
Let's print the whole band
On a T-dye-shirt
Cool idols die young!
Break the public peace
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!
One way ticket
Words: Marco Roelofs
Life’s just a one way ticket
But your destination is unknown
Some pay the full ride but just get
A journey ending in the very first zone
They fight, hard, long but lose
Life may ignore the route you choose
They fight, hard, long but lose
Invalid tickets aren’t of any use
Life’s just a one way ticket
Which means there’s no return
The road of life knows so many stops
But it’s for sure you’ll rot away or burn
Have fun, drink, fuck and die
>From dust to dust, we’re all passing by
Have fun, drink, fuck and die
In the blink of an eye, we’re all passing by
It’s just a one way ticket
A one way ticket after all
It’s just a one way ticket
A one way ticket and that’s all
Fistful of ideals (in a world full of shit)
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
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
United Scum
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)
(CHORUS)
A bag full of stories
Words: Marco Roelofs
A bag full of stories
It’s all I have got
But I’m not unhappy oh no I’m not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, it’s all I have got
A bag full of stories
It’s all I can give
I travel to sing ‘cause that’s how I live
Maybe we’ll make it, maybe we won’t
But as long as I play, I don’t care if we don’t
A bag full of stories
Tales of my life
Imprisoned in music, my way to survive
You may take my money, yes, take it all
But you can’t get my spirit, my music and soul
She gave me back the key to my front door
Another girl said goodbye, not the last one, for sure
I never bought her presents, I know that’s bad
A fun-on-the-road-report was all she could get
From Sydney to Rome
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
To catch the bus home
A bag full of stories
It’s all I have got
But I’m not unhappy, oh no I’m not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, it’s all I have got
My social life sucks and I am to blame
I’m married to music, some say that’s a shame
But it takes me to places no tourist will find
And even if I don’t earn a dime, I’ll forever remind
From Sydney to Rome
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mind’s all alone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting
To catch the bus home
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