En for Orgelet, En for Meg - Kaizers Orchestra, Prinz Pi

Eg setter meg å pumper for å få rett klang

En for orgelet og en for meg

Eg har tatt ut ledningen av min telefon

Ingen ringer lenger inn, ingen ringer lenger ut

Og er eg i tvil, kaster eg mynt eller kron

Eg har aldri fått svar ifrå mitt Jesusikon

Eg sku likt å vært kun han og meg i et rom

Tanken blir dobbelt så stor om me hadde vært to

Og en ting er om han hadde syns synd på meg

Eg sko spurt han tvert om om han syns synd på seg

Eg setter meg og pumper for å få rett klang

Dagen er for kort og nåttå er for lang

Så eg skjenker Absolut opp i to glass av krystall

En for orgelet, og en for meg

Og eg kan ikkje bretta opp kjolen, det får bli en annen sang

For ein: eg har’kje skjorte

Og to: eg e’kje mann

Så eg skjenker Absolut opp i to glass av krystall

En for orgelet, og en for meg

Svart går i dur og kvitt i moll

Og når eg vil opp tar eg en halv kopp med svart

Eg heller i og cirka sånn er nok

Og så drømmer eg meg vekk som i et ekstatisk sjokk

Me sko pakt en koffert og reist og sett oss om

Åh, sko ønskt me konne hatt det sånn

Sluppet alt me har i hendene og reist, liksom

Så konne me lært å gjort vann om til vin og sånn

Eg setter meg og pumper for å få rett klang

Dagen er for kort og nåttå er for lang

Så eg skjenker Absolut opp i to glass av krystall

En for orgelet, og en for meg

Og eg kan ikkje bretta opp kjolen, det får bli en annen sang

For ein: eg har’kje skjorte

Og to: eg e’kje mann

Så eg skjenker Absolut opp i to glass av krystall

En for orgelet, og en for meg

Og etter fem glass slepper eg demonane ut

(La la la, slepp demonane ut)

Og etter fem til skyt eg hol i taket og står brud

(La la la, skyt hol i taket og stå brud)

Vil du ha meg i gode og onde dager for alltid

(In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti)

Så skyt meg gjennom himmelen med deg på slep

(En for orgelet, og en for meg)

I sit down to pump to get the right sound

One for the organ and one for me

I have taken out the cord of my phone

No one calls in anymore, no one calls out anymore

And if in doubt, I toss a coin or a crown

I have never received an answer from my Jesus icon

I would like to be just him and me in a room

The thought would be twice as big if we had been two

And one thing is if he felt sorry for me

I asked him on the contrary if he felt sorry for himself

I sit down and pump to get the right sound

The day is too short and the night is too long

So I pour Absolutely into two glasses of crystal

One for the organ, and one for me

And I can not fold up the dress, it will be another song

For one thing: I do not have a shirt

And two: I'm not a man

So I pour Absolutely into two glasses of crystal

One for the organ, and one for me

Black goes in major and gets rid of in minor

And when I want up I take half a cup of black

I rather in and about that is enough

And then I dream away like in an ecstatic shock

We grabbed a suitcase and got up and sat down

Oh, I wish I could have had it like that

Let go of everything I have in my hands and traveled, sort of

So we could learn to turn water into wine and such

I sit down and pump to get the right sound

The day is too short and the night is too long

So I pour Absolutely into two glasses of crystal

One for the organ, and one for me

And I can not fold up the dress, it will be another song

For one thing: I do not have a shirt

And two: I'm not a man

So I pour Absolutely into two glasses of crystal

One for the organ, and one for me

And after five glasses, I release the demons

(La la la, release the demons)

And after five more I shoot a hole in the ceiling and stand broken

(La la la, shoot holes in the ceiling and stand broken)

Do you want me in good and bad days forever

(In the nominees Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti)

Then shoot me through the sky with you in tow

(One for the organ, and one for me)