Antiamerikansk Dans - Gatas Parlament, Promoe

Det er moro, vi har respekt, og mange vil betale for det

Vi stoler på kvalititet, og kan anbefale det

Men jeg tror de vil ha oss vekk, for amerikanerne

Har oss kolonialisert.

Vi angriper planene

Om å angripe andre land, så det hender vi brenner det

Amerikanske flagg.

Det er fengende og spennende

Du må ta med deg ganske mange og henge med vennene

De har kameraer overalt, de vil denge på gjengen din

Så mann deg opp, vi er mange nok til å få brent det opp

Og lage bråk, for landet vårt, det ender nok

Bestandig opp med å stadig hoppe når amerikanerne lader opp

Til ragnarok, og sender nok menn til Gokk

Men dagen er nå, det faenmeg går ikke lenger nå

Planen er å rane dem for penger og sånt

Land nedi der aner det, du bør blande deg og ta med det

Flagget dems, vi trenger å få brent det opp

Kan vi ta en antiamerikansk dans

Så ambassaden blir til sankthansbål

Grip hånda til en du har sjans på

Brenn flagget og sving på din svans!

«Så kan jeg få den neste dansen?»

jeg spør veldig pent

Jeg æ'kke særlig flink, men det er ærlig ment

Du sier vi er «imot USA?

Det er jo litt ekstremt»

Men la meg først forklare hvordan det er jeg har tenkt

Det er ikke nytt med krig, dem får ikke tatt patent

Men på å fucke verden er dem de beste trent

Det er nesten konsekvent, så det er fullt fortjent

At de får flagget brent av Gatas Parlament

Vi hater USAtans krigsmaskineri

Og alskens atal dritt og piss og svineri

Avtalt spill og snipprofittkameraderi

Allting underlagt slipsmaktøkonomi

Mot pengemaktas fremste våpendrager vi spytter

Hele deres livsstil er bedrageri

Det eneste de slåss for, er hegemoni

Det er derfor vi er sinte, jeg og morra mi

Det är Promoe och Gatas Parlament, för alla er som inte pallar med

För mycket talkshows, alla tjatar samma skämt

För många lata gamla män, som bara svamlar men

Gör en satans massa hemskt

De har gasat, slaktat, hängt

I 500 år, så amerikanska flaggan bränns

Och en annan svensk, och norsk sattelitstat antänds

Yankees ta pallra’r hem

Ku klux klan ser ut som Staffan Stalledräng

Göran Persson han står där som en mannekäng

Nickedocka, icke stoppa, ticke-tocka likt en klocka

Kjell Magne Bondevik är federal agent

Dags att starta handgemäng

Greppa micken och en amerikansk tank blir sprängd

Står du fortfarande kvar har du inte fattat än

Vi bjuder upp till dans — antiamerikansk — refräng!

Jeg veit at du har hørt om Chile eller Vietnam

Dem slakta Guatemala, innsatte iranske sjah’n

Med samma plan som nå dreper irakske barn

Var det de bomba slaverne med armert uran

Hvorfor de totalsmadra hele Afganistan

Og medisinfabrikken nede i Sudan

Hele nasjonen dems er bygd på vepna ran

Så vi brenner flagg mot at de dreper barn

Kall meg drital og gæern, for jeg liker de greiene her

Jeg driver og fjerner noen striper og stjerner

Jeg biter i det, sliter i det, skriker og bæler

Sjøl så lite det fjerner det dritmilitæret

Som dreper i det fjerne, men de skal vite vi er her

Og alle de steder de er hen, skal vi kunne være

Alle ledere, forrædere og andre mikrohjerner

Skal bli dritredde og vite at vi fiker dem gjerne

Så brenn det amerikanske flagg for at de raner land

For Vietnam og Afganistan

For at de faenmeg vant den ramponaden av Irak

For at de sprader fram som banditter og tar seg fram

For at de faen ikke klarer engang å skille

Mellom frigjøring og blodbad engang

For den vanlige mann og for hatet hans

Og for at det stadig blir varmt av en bra brann!

It's fun, we have respect and many will pay for it

We trust quality and can recommend it

But I think they want us gone, for the Americans

Have us colonized.

We attack the plans

About attacking other countries, so sometimes we burn it

American flags.

It's catchy and exciting

You have to bring quite a few and hang out with your friends

They have cameras everywhere, they want to hang on to your gang

So man up, there are enough of us to burn it up

And make noise, for our country, it ends enough

Constantly stopping constantly jumping when Americans charge

To ragnarok, and sends enough men to Gokk

But the day is now, it's fucking no longer going on now

The plan is to rob them of money and stuff

Land down there where you know it, you should get involved and bring it

Flag them, we need to burn it up

Can we have an anti-American dance?

So the embassy becomes a bonfire

Grab the hand of someone you have a chance at

Burn the flag and swing your tail!

"Then can I have the next dance?"

I ask very nicely

I'm not particularly nice, but it's honestly meant

You say we're against the United States?

It's a bit extreme »

But first let me explain how I intend to do it

War is not new, they do not get a patent

But in fucking the world, they are the best trained

It's almost consistent, so it's fully deserved

That they get the flag burned by Gatas Parliament

We hate the US war machinery

And all sorts of shit and piss and filth

Agreed game and snip profit camaraderie

Everything subject to tie power economy

We are spitting at the foremost weapon of money in the power of money

Their whole lifestyle is fraud

The only thing they are fighting for is hegemony

That's why we're angry, me and my mom

It's Promoe and Gata's Parliament, for all of you who do not agree

Too many talk shows, everyone is nagging the same joke

Too many lazy old men, who just waffle but

Makes a hell of a lot awful

They have gassed, slaughtered, hung

For 500 years, so the American flag burned

And another Swedish and Norwegian satellite state ignites

Yankees ta pallra’r hem

The Ku Klux clan looks like Staffan Stalledräng

Göran Persson he stands there like a mannequin

Nick doll, do not stop, tick-tock like a clock

Kjell Magne Bondevik is a federal agent

Time to start a scuffle

Grab the mic and an American tank is blown up

If you are still standing, you have not yet grasped

We offer dance - anti-American - chorus!

I know you've heard of Chile or Vietnam

They were slaughtered by Guatemala, the captured Iranian Shah

With the same plan as now killing Iraqi children

Were they bombing the slaves with reinforced uranium

Why they total madra all of Afghanistan

And the medicine factory down in Sudan

Their whole nation is built on armed robbery

So we burn flags against them killing children

Call me drital and gæern, because I like those things here

I drive and remove some streaks and stars

I bite into it, struggle in it, scream and moan

Even so little it removes the crap military

Who kills in the distance, but they should know we are here

And all the places they are, we must be able to be

All leaders, traitors and other micro-brains

Should be scared shitless and know that we are happy to fuck them

Then the American flag burns for robbing land

For Vietnam and Afghanistan

Because they damn well won that rampage of Iraq

Because they spread out like bandits and get ahead

Because they damn well can not even separate

Between liberation and carnage once

For the common man and for his hatred

And so that it always gets hot from a good fire!