Fodspor - Pede B

Du voksede op I et nyt kvarter

Kaldet Høje-Gladsaxe, du blev bygget der

Jeg tror det gjorde dig til den type du er

Du' ydmyg, nede på jorden, ingen kejserens nye klæ'r

Det' som om du altid tager med et smil mester

Når skæbnen den lige serverer dig en lige venstre

Jeg mødte ik' manden du arvede din stil efter

For min farfar gik bort dengang du var teenager

Sad over askeskyen og bad en stille bøn

For sin søns levestandard ku' blive billedskøn

For jeg ved at du kæmpede dig op fra mindsteløn

Du skal vide du har den største respekt fra din mindste søn

Du holdt ud når ruten den var herre-sej

Når der ikke var noget at grine af, som Lærkevej

Skæbnen gjorde vi mødte noget hårdt hver for sig

Måske ville skæbnen bare ha' at jeg blev stærk som dig?

Jeg ved godt at det virker som nogle store, ord

Men jeg prøver at gå I dine fod-spor

For du passede på mig, på min mor, på min bror

Jeg ved ikke om jeg kan leve op, til

Selvom guderne ved at jeg godt, vil

Den måde du fik problemer til at for-svind'

Forholdene var svære at lave om på

Så du arbejdede med de ting der måtte opstå

Og problemerne var ikke så små

Vi klarede vinteren med mad fra gården farmor hun voksede op på

At kæmpe sig op er som et krydse et ocean

Men du arbejdede stadig på en Egon Olsen plan

Du vaskede busser om natten og gik I skole om dagen

Håbede det ku' trylle problemerne væk;

Rune Klan

Du fik familie, ville væk fra ?, væk fra stanken

Selvom der mildest talt var lavvande I pengetanken

I dag har du penge, men lærte mig at kende grænsen

For dengang havde vi ret meget havregryn I frikadellefarsen

For vi havde ik' penge

Men havde en 2CV og en tur om året til familien I Italien

Plus du tog min fætter ind da det gik galt igen

Og prøvede at holde øje med ham uanset hvor han vadede hen

Min onkel ville lære mig tricks på en sandsæk

Og jeg synes da også træningen var mere end halv-skæg

Men mens han viste mig hvordan man skulle rydde et tandsæt

Spillede du hippie-rock for mig på dit anlæg

Så dengang du havde fjender, og en mand ville ind og gøre os fortræd

Ja der ku' det ik' falde dig ind

At miste besindelsen

Nej, du vendte den anden kind

Selvom jeg I dag ved du helst ville have pandet ham en

For da Benja han spurgte dig til min fødselsdag

Svarede du at du egentlig helst ville have slået den bøssekarl

Okay, du sagde ikke bøssekarl

Jeg' vel bare glad for du ik' flippede så vi sku' ses I et besøgslokale

Gå en tur på listefod

Må få det ind I hovedet

Det ik' hjælper på noget at have raseri I blodet

Så mange ting jeg misforstod som en lille rod

Og tankerne kan godt til tider gøre mig skidt til mode

For jeg sku' selv blive én før jeg ku' anerkende

Værdien af en mands ansvar, og det tog alt for længe

For det' en lang vej, der ka' være hammer sej

I det mindste har jeg stadig brækket næsen færre gange end dig

You grew up in a new neighborhood

Called High-Gladsaxe, you were built there

I think it made you the type you are

You 'humble, down to earth, no emperor's new clothes

It's like you always bring a smile master

When fate it just serves you a straight left

I did not meet the man you inherited your style from

Because my grandfather passed away when you were a teenager

Sat over the ash cloud and said a silent prayer

For his son's standard of living could be picturesque

Because I know you fought your way up from the minimum wage

You need to know you have the greatest respect from your youngest son

You persevered when the route was gentlemanly

When there was nothing to laugh at, like Lærkevej

Fate did we met something hard individually

Maybe fate just wanted me to be strong like you?

I know it seems like some big, words

But I'm trying to follow in your footsteps

For you took care of me, of my mother, of my brother

I do not know if I can live up to

Although the gods know I well, will

The way you had trouble pre-disappearing '

Conditions were difficult to change

So you worked on the things that might arise

And the problems were not so small

We managed the winter with food from the farm grandmother she grew up on

Fighting up is like crossing an ocean

But you were still working on an Egon Olsen plan

You washed buses at night and went to school during the day

Hope it could conjure the problems away;

Rune Klan

You got family, wanted away from ?, away from the stench

Although, to put it mildly, there was a low tide in the money tank

Today you have money, but got to know me the limit

Because back then we had quite a lot of oatmeal in the meatball stuffing

Because we did not have money

But had a 2CV and a trip a year to the family in Italy

Plus you took my cousin in when it went wrong again

And tried to keep an eye on him wherever he waded

My uncle wanted to teach me tricks on a sandbag

And I think the training was more than half-bearded

But while he was showing me how to clean a set of teeth

Did you play hippie rock for me at your facility

So back then you had enemies and a man would come in and do us harm

Yes, it could not occur to you

Losing composure

No, you turned the other cheek

Although today I know you would rather have foreheaded him one

For when Benja he asked you for my birthday

Did you answer that you really would have liked to have beaten that gay man

Okay, you did not say gay man

I'm just glad you did not freak out so we'll meet in a visiting room

Take a walk on list foot

Gotta get it in your head

It does not help to have rage in your blood

So many things I misunderstood as a little mess

And thoughts can sometimes make me crap for fashion

Because I'm going to be one myself before I could acknowledge

The value of a man's responsibility, and it took way too long

Because it's a long road that can be hammer tough

At least I'd still broken my nose fewer times than you