La Alarmane Gå - Honningbarna

La alarmanee gå, la det ringe

Rock’n' roll har blitt klisjè

Unge friske folk som lever ut mytene

Forvandles om til gamle bitre grinebitere

Det er et kav at de leker store, snakker piss

Du er et kav — forbanna narsissist

Alle vet vi er ikke Sex Pistols

Har ikke drept noe dronning, men stortinget skal tas

Legg rockeklisjèen død — ta adjø, la den blø, legg den død

La fasadene rives ned — nok triste parodier

Hvem har drept rocken, hvem drepte idealene

La alarmane gå, la alle folk få vite det

Plis, vi ser begge at fasadene faller farlig fort

Vi vet begge — hva som skjer her bak

De spenner bein på seg selv med løgn og fanterier

Karslige kvasistjerner, vær så snill og ta dere sammen

De blir fortalt av de som former industrien

Vi har innbilt oss at — de har rett

De har forvandlet helter om til fjols

De har drept oss, vi lot oss bli solgt

Legg rockeklisjèen død — ta adjø, la den blø, legg den død

La fasadene rives ned — nok triste parodier

Hvem har drept rocken, hvem drepte idealene

La alarmane gå, la alle folk få vite det

Let the alarm go, let it ring

Rock'n 'roll has become a cliché

Young healthy people living out the myths

Transforms into old bitter jokes

It's a joke that they play big, talk piss

You're a jerk - pissed off narcissist

We all know we are not Sex Pistols

Has not killed a queen, but the Storting will be taken

Put the rock cliché dead - say goodbye, let it bleed, put it dead

Let the facades be torn down - probably sad parodies

Who killed rock, who killed the ideals

Let the alarms go, let all the people know

Please, we both see the facades fall dangerously fast

We both know what's going on behind here

They strain their legs with lies and fantasies

Lovely quasi-stars, please get together

They are told by those who shape the industry

We have imagined that - they are right

They have turned heroes into fools

They killed us, we were sold

Put the rock cliché dead - say goodbye, let it bleed, put it dead

Let the facades be torn down - probably sad parodies

Who killed rock, who killed the ideals

Let the alarms go, let all the people know