V.S.S.B II - L.O.C.

Sig mig, er der slet ikk' noget, der' helligt for dig?

Helligt?

Jeg mødt' en hellig mand den anden dag

Han spurgt' til min sjæl, men ikk' mit liv

Han lagde et kors om min hals og sagde:

«Min søn, det' aldrig for sent at bli' tilgivet»

Jeg sagde: «Du kan ikk' ændre, at verden den er gal

Så du burde prøve at sælg' skør et andet sted

Her' det fuck et venskab, gi' mig kapital

Og lidt uforpligtende sex frem for kærlighed»

Børn af betonen, nu i rigmandsslummen

Gik fra unge til midaldrende og dumme

Fra ignorante til sandheden på tungen

Mens chancen den glipped' for os at dø unge

Blandt supermodeller med blikke, der vender indad

Og aldrig er bedre end det lort, de lige har indtaget

Og medieliderlige på mikrofoner virker ligeglade

Men de der rapper' de vil dø for opmærksomhed

For de gi’r allesammen en fuck, indtil de bli’r nomineret til en pris

De har ingenting at fejre, men har stadig travlt med at hold' fest

De kan beholde deres lort, for mig og mine vi vil bare spis'

Mens vi ruller op i noget, der får dig og dit hold til at lign' pis

Alt, jeg kender, er «lav de der fucking penge»

Alle min' venner er ligesom: «Fortæl mig, du knepped' hende»

Mentaliteten er for mange hos, for lidt tid

(For mange hos, for lidt tid)

Brækked' næser og BMW’er

Samleje med enhver, der' interesseret

Jeg burde vide bedre end det vanvid

Men forfalder til, hva' der tænder min samtid

(Vold, sex, stjålne biler)

Ka' du se mig nu, mor?

Jeg' ikk' dårligt dannet

(Vold, sex, stjålne biler)

Jeg' blot li' så fucked som resten af landet

Vi' fulde på kærlighed og vin

Kristus, gi' os i dag vort daglig' problem-

-et er, at vi misforstår hinanden perfekt

Illustreret af deres trang til at digt'

Vi sidder fast mellem Helvede og et hårdt hjertet

På det rette sted, sansen si’r, vi' færdige

Så tag mig, medskyldig i faldet

Det' livet ifølge Liam og fuck alt andet

Tell me, is there nothing at all sacred to you?

Holy?

I met a holy man the other day

He asked 'for my soul, but not' my life

He put a cross around my neck and said:

"My son, it's never too late to be forgiven"

I said, "You can not change the fact that the world is crazy

So you should try to sell's crazy somewhere else

Here 'it fuck a friendship, give me capital

And a little casual sex rather than love »

Children of the concrete, now in the rich man's slum

Went from young to middle aged and stupid

From ignorant to the truth on the tongue

While the chance it glipped 'for us to die young

Among supermodels with inward-facing glances

And never is better than the shit they just ingested

And media-hungry on microphones seem indifferent

But those who rap 'they will die for attention

Because they all give a fuck until they are nominated for an award

They have nothing to celebrate, but are still busy partying

They can keep their shit, for me and mine we just want to eat '

While we roll up something that makes you and your team look like piss

All I know is «make those fucking money»

All my friends are like, "Tell me you fucked her."

The mentality is too many with, too little time

(Too many at, too little time)

Broken noses and BMWs

Intercourse with anyone who 'interested

I should know better than that madness

But due to what's turning on my contemporaries

(Violence, sex, stolen cars)

Can you see me now, mother?

I 'ik' badly formed

(Violence, sex, stolen cars)

I 'just li' as fucked as the rest of the country

We 'full on love and wine

Christ, give us today our daily problem-

-it is that we misunderstand each other perfectly

Illustrated by their urge to write poetry '

We are stuck between Hell and a hard heart

In the right place, the sense says, we're done

So take me, accomplice in the fall

It's life according to Liam and fuck everything else