Fansen - Fronda

Saken r den, checka den trend

Som sakta men skert tar ver igen

Kepsen r tippad, skrmen r sne

Prislappen kvar, vad r det med det?

Kritvita skor, T-Shirten matchar

Skitlika loo och brallorna passar

Blicken r suddig, stilen r rtt

Allting r stddigt, allting r fett!

Matchande frger, intrnad gng

Passande poser, lever betong

Stenar I ronen, klockan p armen

Luvan p trjan dras ver skallen

Allting r coolt, finns ingen som du Finns ingen som du eller som du ser ut Frgar du frgan, vem r du igen?

Den enda som gr imot strmmen min vn Nr alla fansen kommer och ber om (en gng till)

Jag har mt dom, klart att jag ser dom (en gng till)

Jag lggar ner men jag kommer nog att kra (en gng till)

S publiken, ger mig en appld som bevisen!

Fr var det rock, allting var rock!

Sminkade hockey-frillor, det var tjockt

Svartkldda snubbar som undviker klubbar

Sg dom nn gng ibland nr dom var fulla

Sen kom det punk, allting var tungt

Nlar och kedjor, helst I en bunt

Herren p tppan, tuppar som fktas

Duschade kanske en gng I veckan

Nu r det skit, det som du kallar musik

Kopior av MTV som blir till liv

En skyltdocka kom, en skyltdocka sg Man ser din idol p klder och hr Kan inte frst dessa ytliga mnniskor

Sparkar p drmmar med spydiga tennisskor

Tnker inte rra mig fr nn sahoppa

Trenderna kommer och gr, jag kan softa

Nr alla fansen kommer och ber om (en gng till)

Jag har mt dom, klart att jag ser dom (en gng till)

Jag lggar ner men jag kommer nog att kra (en gng till)

S publiken, ger mig en appld som bevisen!

Kan inte alla bara va sig sjlva?

Inte spela coola, kan ni sluta snlla?

Sett snna stylade snubbar hr Att man kan tro att varanan r millionr

Men det r dom inte, fr dom jobbar p lager

Men blser lnen p vad?

Du sa det

Ett litet kvitto, VIP k, blickar

Flera nya kompisar, frsk hitta

Ngon som kan ngot annat n att prata fredagkvll

Fan jag blir 25, jag har sett snna hr jmt

Samma typ med ett helt annat ansikte

Dom som speglar sig I fnstret och spelar kickers

Alla ser vad dom gr och hur dom gr det

Allting r spel och du har inte ett re Killarna idag, har ni sminkat er?

Ser ut som om brudarna bredvid har pimpat er Nr alla fansen kommer och ber om (en gng till)

Jag har mt dom, klart att jag ser dom (en gng till)

Jag lggar ner men jag kommer nog att kra (en gng till)

S publiken, ger mig en appld som bevisen!

The thing is, check that trend

Which slowly but surely takes us back

The cap is tipped, the screen is snowed

The price tag remains, what's up with that?

Chalk white shoes, the T-Shirt matches

Shit-like loo and the bras fit

The look is blurred, the style is straight

Everything is solid, everything is fat!

Matching colors, worn in

Appropriate poses, live concrete

Stones in the crown, the watch on the arm

The hood of the tree is pulled over the skull

Everything's cool, there's no one like you There's no one like you or what you look like Are you asking the question, who are you again?

The only one going against the tide my friend No all the fans come begging (one more time)

I have met them, of course I see them (one more time)

I lay down but I'll probably cry (one more time)

S audience, give me an appld as the proof!

Fr it was rock, everything was rock!

Made up hockey frills, it was thick

Black-clad dudes avoiding clubs

Sg them a few times when they were drunk

Then came punk, everything was heavy

Needles and chains, preferably in a bundle

The Lord on the roof, roosters that are fowled

Showered maybe once a week

Now that's shit, what you call music

Replicas of MTV coming to life

A mannequin came, a mannequin saw You see your idol in clothes and hair Can't understand these superficial people

Kicking dreams with pointy tennis shoes

I don't think I'm worried about this horse

Trends come and go, I can be soft

When all the fans come begging (one more time)

I have met them, of course I see them (one more time)

I lay down but I'll probably cry (one more time)

S audience, give me an appld as the proof!

Can't everyone just be themselves?

Not playing cool, can you please stop?

Seen so stylish dudes here That you can believe that the goods are millions

But it's not them, because they work in warehouses

But the income blows on what?

You said that

A small receipt, VIP k, glances

Several new friends, fresh find

Someone who can do something other than talk on a Friday night

Damn im turning 25 i have seen snna hr jmt

The same type with a completely different face

Those who reflect in the window and play kickers

Everyone sees what they do and how they do it

It's all a game and you don't have a re Guys today, have you put on your makeup?

Looks like the chicks next door pimped you No all the fans come begging (one more time)

I have met them, of course I see them (one more time)

I lay down but I'll probably cry (one more time)

S audience, give me an appld as the proof!