Slår Sprekker - Erik Og Kriss

Han var ungkar, en eiendomsmegler rett fra BI

Altfor opptatt av felger og fet bil med tv I

Leve livet I fartsfilen på vei mot toppen

Han vi’kke si det, men finanskrisen var tett på kroppen

Inkassobunken var høy, det samme gjeld og rente

Han var den som alltid løy om hva han egentlig tjente

Og mente VIP var virkelig viktig og ville ikke virke

Som han ikke visste hvilke merker han sku' drikke

Så litt flaks, han selger første leilighet på lenge

Tre hundre under takst, men provisjonen kunne han trenge

Vel hjemme åpnes brevene omsider

Det kan’ke stemme, er fra sjefen, masse piss om trange tider

Han drar rett ut på byen, han tømmer flaske etter flaske

Og fyren skjønner han må gjemme ansiktet bak en stram maske

Det siste glasset går ned, lister seg sakte av sted

I parken ender turen, og han legger seg ned I skje

Gi meg en flaske til, håper noen ser

Leaser staslig bil for en passasjer

Viser frem en stil som jeg ikke kler

Lyver om en mill, håper ingen vet

Lurer på hva de tenker om meg

Lurer på hva de sier om meg

Om meg — om meg — om meg — om meg (om meg)

Hva de sier om meg

De var så lykkelige, nyforelsket var de herlighet

Og sku' ta fatt på livet sammen nå, I felles leilighet

Delte drømmen som skjedde, og feiret litt I kveld

Vinket farvel til sparingen og tankene høy gjeld

Frem med dyre bobler for å feire en sprekk

I boligboblens diktatur, som plutselig var visket vekk

De hadde strukket seg langt, tre hundre mer enn maks

Unnskyldte det med at de var tre hundre under takst

De tok en omvei gjennom parken for å gå forbi

Å titte på fasaden til seksjonen de snart sku' bo I

Midt I parken må han tisse, så han blir borte

Det ha trodde var et pledd, var plutselig en hvit skjorte

Han så den sist på kontraktsmøte samme dagen

Møter meglerns livløse blikk, blir som betong I magen

Ambulansen forsvinner, de hører lyden av den

Han holder rundt henne, og myser på fasaden

He was a bachelor, a real estate agent straight from BI

Too preoccupied with rims and fat car with tv I

Live life In the speed lane on the way to the top

He did not say that, but the financial crisis was close at hand

The collection pile was high, as were debt and interest rates

He was the one who always lied about what he really earned

And thought VIP was really important and would not work

As he did not know which brands he was going to drink

So a little luck, he sells the first apartment in a long time

Three hundred below appraised value, but he could need the commission

Once home, the letters finally open

There can be no voice, is from the boss, lots of piss about hard times

He goes straight to the city, he empties bottle after bottle

And the guy realizes he has to hide his face behind a tight mask

The last glass goes down, slowly slipping away

In the park, the trip ends, and he lies down in a spoon

Give me another bottle, hope someone sees

Leases stately car for one passenger

Showing off a style I do not wear

Lying about a mill, hope no one knows

Wondering what they think of me

Wondering what they say about me

About me - about me - about me - about me (about me)

What they say about me

They were so happy, newly in love they were glory

And should start life together now, in a shared apartment

Shared the dream that happened, and celebrated a little tonight

Waved goodbye to savings and mind high debt

Forward with expensive bubbles to celebrate a crack

In the dictatorship of the housing bubble, which was suddenly wiped away

They had stretched far, three hundred more than max

Apologized that they were three hundred below rate

They took a detour through the park to pass

To look at the facade of the section they will soon be living in

In the middle of the park he has to pee, so he disappears

What he thought was a blanket was suddenly a white shirt

He last saw it at a contract meeting the same day

Meets the broker's lifeless gaze, becomes like concrete in the stomach

The ambulance disappears, they hear the sound of it

He holds her, and squints at the facade