Befri Dit Liv - L.O.C.

Befri dit liv

Fyr den af, som om din ligvogn bli’r cabriolet

Den her er til dit helbred, til ikk' at stå i kø, yeah

Det lykkedes at bli' til absolut intet helt uden at forsøge

Vi har kun én ting

Og det' aldrig gi’r to fucks

Natten er beskidt og intelligent

Men du insisterer på at være dum og smuk

Vi ku' ordinere himmelflugten

Med natklub, nadver og selvskade

Så vi ka' dans' natten væk ligesom idioter

Til sange med platte franske omkvæd

Det' så hårdt at vær' ung

For man risikerer ligefrem at gå hen og bli' gammel

Og du 'så moderigtig, aldrig blevet voksen

Dit lille grimme fuck, tag dig sammen

Smukke weekendjunkie

Bar' en skam, at du ikk' tør OD

Når du elsker at danse på knivsægget

Uden mod nok til at skub' lortet ind

Jeg troed', at du ment' det

Troed', du ku' flyve ligesom Strunge

Troed', du var ligeglad, forstod at vi lige her

Er tætter' end vi nogensind' er kommet

Var vi ikk' frygtløse?

Siden hvornår blev vi bang' for en skid?

Juliet, åh, min Juliet

La' os bland' lemonaden op med cyanid

Du marcherer op og ned ad boulevarden

Med alt der ku' være ligemeget

Og jeg forvented' noget mer' af den sam' fucking tur

Ja, det' min fejl

Fuck det der fornemme pis

Hvorfor ikk' bare gå hel' vejen?

Bind dit ego om øjnene, og flyv ind i T-krydset

Helt uden at dreje

Og hun si’r: «Bliv lidt endnu

For jeg ta’r nok snart herfra»

Og jeg si’r: «Det tvivler jeg på

For du' så bang' for at vær' alen', at du ikk' tør gør' det lort selv», ja-ja

Du si’r hele tiden: «Befri dit liv», yeah

Fyr den af, som om din ligvogn bli’r cabriolet

Den her er til dit helbred, til ikk' at stå i kø, yeah

Det lykkedes at bli' til absolut intet helt uden at forsøge

Hvorfor er du her endnu?

Gør dog noget

Var der ikk noget, du sku'?

Hva' end du gør, må du ikk' kom' for sent til din samtal' med Gud

Liberate your life

Fire it off as if your hearse is a convertible

This one is for your health, not to stand in line, yeah

Succeeded in becoming absolutely nothing completely without trying

We only have one thing

And it never gives two fucks

The night is dirty and intelligent

But you insist on being stupid and beautiful

We could prescribe the ascension

With nightclub, supper and self-harm

So we can 'dance' the night away like idiots

For songs with flat French choruses

It's hard to be young

Because you even risk going and getting old

And you're so fashionable, never grown up

Your little ugly fuck, pull yourself together

Beautiful weekend junkie

It was a shame you did not dare OD

When you love to dance on the knife edge

Without enough courage to push the shit in

I thought you meant it

Thought you could fly like Strunge

Thought ', you did not care, understood that we are right here

Is closer 'than we ever' have come

Weren't we fearless?

Since when did we get scared of shit?

Juliet, oh, my Juliet

Let's mix 'the lemonade up with cyanide

You march up and down the boulevard

With everything that could be the same

And I was expecting 'something more' from that sam 'fucking trip

Yes, that's my fault

Fuck that upscale piss

Why not just go all the way?

Tie your ego around your eyes and fly into the T-junction

Completely without turning

And she says, "Stay a little longer

Because I'll probably leave here soon »

And I say, 'I doubt it

Because you 'so scared' to be 'alone' that you do not 'dare' do that shit yourself », yes-yes

You keep saying, "Liberate your life," yeah

Fire it off as if your hearse is a convertible

This one is for your health, not to stand in line, yeah

Succeeded in becoming absolutely nothing completely without trying

Why are you here yet?

Do something though

Wasn't there something you should do?

Whatever you do, do not be late for your conversation with God