Voggesang - Hellbillies

Liten stugu og liten bygd

Alle kjenne alle andre

Ingen lika å gå på trygd

Alt æ vanskeleg å forandre

Her bi 'ræ kviska lågt om peng og hor

Her æ 'ræ åfto tungt for ei einsleg mor

So fullt tå folk og so høge hus

So mange fjes, men ingen kjende

Mange gjøyme seg burt i rus

Trengji peng og la seg skjende

Her bi’ræ kviska lågt om peng og hor

Her æ'ræ åfto tungt for ei einsleg mor

Ein stakkarskrok han æ god og ha for meg og deg

Han kunn me sladre og slarve om so mykji det bær te

Og då gløyme me eigne feil, stå der stolt og stor

Og kviske fornøygde om peng og hor

Staute kara på talarstol

Prate rundt og kritisere

Dømme stakkara ned og nord

Stramme inn og kalkulere

Då bi’ræ prata strengt om peng og hor

Då æ're åfto tungt for ei einsleg mor

Small cottage and small village

Everyone knows everyone else

No one liked going on social security

Everything is difficult to change

Here bi 'ræ quiska low about money and whore

Here it's hard for a single mother

So full of people and so tall houses

So many faces, but no one known

Many hide away in intoxication

Need money and get spoiled

Here bi'ræ gossiped about money and whoredom

Here it was hard for a single mother

A poor hook he's good and has for me and you

He could gossip and gossip about as much as he could

And then I forgot my own mistakes, stood there proud and big

And squids pleased about money and fornication

Staute kara on the lectern

Chatting around and criticizing

Doom the poor thing down and north

Tighten up and calculate

Then bi'ræ talk strictly about money and whoredom

Then it's hard for a single mother