Schizo
words: Marco Roelofs
Voices, can't keep the voices quiet
Orders, it orders me to riot
It's pressure all I feel
Life is too fuckin' real
Obey, they tell me to obey
No one hears the things
Nasty thing they say
It's pressure all I feel
Life is too fuckin' real
Sex, violence, mutilation
Blood, hate, degradation
It's pressure all I feel
Life is too fuckin' real
Looking for a way out
But all I can do is shout
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
Dignity?
words: Marco Roelofs
They cheat, they lie, they pay, they buy
Don't ask, don't think, don't act, don't blink
Play dumb, good dog, shut up, King frog
Cheap sex, cheap whore, cheap life, cheap core
WHERE IS YOUR DIGNITY?
You vote, your choice, they fear, your voice
It's fake, it's show, it's dirty, it's low
They laugh, they fuck
You're scum, you suck
They win, you lose, let's quit? you choose!
WHERE IS YOUR DIGNITY?
Try to refuse what you can't resist
Val maar dood!
woorden: Marco Roelofs
Ik moet hard lachen als je vraagt hoe het gaat
Je geeft een slap handje hebt wat prietpraat paraat
Je likt je naar boven maar je hoort in de goot
Paling in een emmer snot, val maar dood!
Als een vuile hoer bij iedereen op schoot
Kwijlende hypocriet, val maar dood!
Punkers, yuppen, dat maakt 'm niet uit
De Prodent-glimlach belazerd de kluit
"Hallo, hoe gaat 't?" Da's je beste quote
Nou met mij alles goed, val maar dood!
"Je ziet er goed uit!" lult de idioot
Ik voel me anders knap beroerd, val maar dood!
Mijn maagzuur borrelt, teveel slap gezwets
Losers met mooie woorden, te veel geklets
Je likt je naar boven maar je hoort in de goot
Paling in een emmer snot, val maar dood!
Als een vuile hoer bij iedereen op schoot
Kwijlende hypocriet, val maar dood!
"Hallo, hoe gaat 't?" Da's je beste quote
Nou met mij alles goed, val maar dood!
"Je ziet er goed uit!" lult de idioot
Ik voel me anders knap beroerd, val maar dood!
Time is ticking away
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
Jerry rules in the land of the free
words: Marco Roelofs
Oh my God what do I see?
Is this what they call 'the land of the free'
Where a he turns out to be a she
But where I can't say 'fuck' live on t.v.?
Oh my God what do I see?
It's a bunch of rednecks live on t.v.
People don't worry, Jerry has the key
Join and destroy.. your family
Jerry rules in the land of the free
The king, the God of American TV
Oh my God, what drugs is he on?
How long does it take to find such a moron?
And while the audience shouts 'Jerry, Jerry'
They got fooled by a woman called Jim Carrey
Oh my dear, this show is a thrill
Is that Hillary who beats the shit out of Bill?
If you really show us U.S. society today
I'd best call Saddam "send bombs rightaway!"
What you own means nothing
words: Marco Roelofs
What's a million dollars if your girl's been abused?
What's a fancy Rolls Royce if your friend is being accused?
What's a noble lady if she's got cancer in her head?
What's a medal of honour if all your comrades are left for dead?
What's a fuckin' big house if it doesn't make you feel at home?
What's a Christian lesbian if she is cursed by The Church of Rome?
What you own means nothing
What you gets means nothing
What you are means nothing
What's a crown of gold if you are fighting aids and lose?
What's a new born baby if mommy dear only loves the booze?
What's a world-wide-selling major if you lose your only son?
What's a graduation if a friend commits suïcide with your gun?
Regular day in Bosnia
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 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.
Fistful of ideals
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?
Boore lul
wurd: Marco Roelofs
Ik bin ni perfect, ik heb zoë mien kuure
Heb ik enne slechten daag, hedde hiël wát te verduure
Ge mót meej ni vertelle, hoe dát ik mót laeve
Dât ik nâ de kerk mót goan, en woa ik um mót gaeve
Ik drink soms teveul, dâ wiët ik nimmer wát ik zeg
Dá kwats ik ieder vrômmes a, ge kriegt meej nimmer weg
Door miene groëte moel zeg ik aaltiëd net teveul
Mót ik renne vur mien laeve en bin ik wer de lul
Wowowohoooo, dit bin ik!
Toen ik óp kamers zoat, woj ik aaltiëd gaer nâ hoës
Hôrs is má en booregat má ik veul der meej thoës
Toch denk ik druk genog, ik mót in Hôrs ni blieve plekke
Ik môt aalles achterloate, dát diej knammels má verekke
Vur niks en niemus tiêd, mien bendje is mien laeve
Aaltiëd mót ik má wer neme en kán ik noeijt es gaeve
En al wil ik wer studere, ut kumt der toch ni vaan
Ik krieg al herpes ás ik denk aan en vaste baan
Booredurp, booretaal, boorelul!
Dát is woa ik woën, wát ik proat, en hoe ik meej veul
Ze lache um mien kapsel "Mákt de kapper dát nag af"?
Dud dae ringk es oet de naas en was diej tattoe der es af
Ik lach en bitje mej en denk: 'Mins val kepot!'
Owwe stroont is ni ván gold, kiek má in de pot
Geej zult meej mótte neme zoë zoë als ik bin
Ik wil meejzelluf ni verandere, doa kumt niks ván in
Wát ge zid is wát ge kriegt, en dát, dát bin ik
Wandel mienen eige waeg tot den dag dát ik stik
Turn around and run!
words: Marco Roelofs
Hesitation is no alternative, there's no time to think,
I just take the first bus to escape...from out of here
I don't wanna talk to this stupid people in this boring city
Please don't ask me to stay...for one minute more
I TURN AROUND AND RUN!
I could do my best to write a poem about this horror
but I'm too fucked up to rhyme...so I don't rhyme!
If you ever go to a place like this, just make sure
you don't miss the last train back home
I GOTTA GOTTA GO
Where? Oh my God, I don't even know
BUT I GOTTA GET AWAY FROM HERE
Inside my head (you're all dead)
words: Marco Roelofs
Sun is shining on my head, but it's a rainy day
I'm just walking around and I got nothing to say
I feel so weird but I'm not even drunk
Everybody looks great, everybody but
(Chorus)
Nobody knows what's inside my head
Inside my head, you're all dead!
Nobody knows what's inside my head
Inside my head, I wish you were dead!
All these kids act cool, they call me a nerd
But it's my lucky day, today I can't get hurt
They spit me in my face, yeah, the joke is on me
Please, do it again, I don't mind because
(Chorus)
This naggin' it still continues, it just won't stop
So I keep on smiling, until they drop
My eyes wide open, head up in the air
Everybody looks great, everybody but
(Chorus)
There will be a day, I'm sure that time will come
No goddamn bully has the guts, to call me dumb
All these kids will fear me, they'll act as I will
Get them on their knees, this is my game
P.C.P.O.S.
words: Marco Roelofs
You preach tolerance but hey, you act like a fascist
Never joke around, if I say 'nice chick' I'm a sexist
We sing about respect and unity in our scene
But what I see is p.c. purism, you know what I mean
Politically Correct Piece Of Shit
You kill fun in music, just get out of the pit!
Don't do that, just leave that,
we don't tolerate what you just said!
We should fight all -isms but were do we draw the line?
A funny joke about gays or white-trash? To me that's fine
If trust is broken
words: Marco Roelofs
I'm hurt, it nails me down, see this grown man cry
My world stopped turning and all I can ask is "why?"
I could forgive you confess here and now
But I can't deal with lies, why break our vow?
If trust is broken, I don't care what's left
Like a wounded soldier, crawling to find some shelter
A mind filled with anger, a body lost in welter
It's no longer in my hands, I wanna speak up but I'm broken
Yet with this stab in my back, the truth needs to be spoken
If trust is broken, I don't care what's left
Iedereen is gek (behalve jij)!
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?
Wannabe*
words: Spice girls/Stannard/Rowe
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