Intro - Benal

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det' kun os.

Det' normalt, når man ikk' er normal

Det' kun os.

Hvis det' smukt, er det sikkert min dame

Med blikket så rent, at lav puls ikk' er på tal'

Man ligger sødt, når man ligger diskret, chutney

Der' stadig mange go' digte tilbage, det' så fint

For hver dag stikker det af

Hårdt arbejde det' lort, og jeg stinker ekstremt

Husker først gang, jeg fik mig en fan

Og jeg troed', det var for sjov, fordi jeg ikk' er en champ

Dovne drenge si’r, jeg svigter totalt

Men der' ikk' plads til mer' lort i din mund, dreng, slik dig på hagen

Det' svært at smile, når de råber som børn

Karma kommer tilbage, men jeg åbner ikk' døren

Gider ikk' at stå og kede mig i køen til at dø

De der bukser, de brænder — bare løb, dreng, løb

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Du sagde, det' let at bli' glemt

Du sagde, du ikk' ka' li' en taber, nu' vi venner igen

Bygger fundamentet for drømmen, baby, kender du dén?

Hvis du ikk' gider se, vi vinder, må du heller' gå hjem

Lille boy si’r, det' rigtigt, men det' rigtigt for sjov

Dårlig forbindelse, jeg håber på, du ringer i morgen

Løber direkte ind i cirkus ligesom «ja, det' en klovn»

De store sko dér, i nat er de vores

De' helt knast ligsom cornflakes — baby, ta' det lort væk

Pappa går amok nu: «Hva' fuck har du gjort, knægt?»

Kommer som et næsehorn — løb i læ, bror

Du ka' sige, vi' ikk' familie, det' okay, bror

Stort kram til dit Facebook tag team

Til det rigtige — skål for de døde, drik lig'

Har en flagermus i hovedet, og den basker med vingerne

Fem minutter mer' og så stikker det

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

Det her er ikk' en reklame

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It's just us.

It's normal when you're not normal

It's just us.

If it's pretty, it sure is my lady

With a look so clean that low heart rate is not a problem

You lie sweetly when you lie discreetly, chutney

There are still many good poems left, that's so nice

Because every day it slips away

Hard work it' shit, and I stink extremely

I remember the first time I got a fan

And I thought it was for fun because I'm not a champ

Lazy boys say, I fail completely

But there's no room for more shit in your mouth, boy, lick your chin

It's hard to smile when they cry like children

Karma comes back, but I won't open the door

I don't want to stand and be bored in the queue to die

Those pants, they're on fire — just run, boy, run

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You said it's easy to be forgotten

You said you can't be a loser, now we're friends again

Building the foundation of the dream, baby, you know that one?

If you don't want to see us win, you better go home

Little boy says, that's right, but that's right for fun

Bad connection, I hope you call tomorrow

Runs straight into the circus like "yeah, that's a clown"

The big shoes there, tonight they are ours

They're as crazy as cornflakes — baby, take that shit away

Dad is going crazy now: «What the fuck have you done, kid?»

Coming like a rhinoceros — run for cover, brother

You can say we're not family, that's okay, brother

Big hug to your Facebook tag team

To the real thing — toast to the dead, drink corpses'

Has a bat in its head and it flaps its wings

Five minutes more' and then it sticks

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