Når Sandheden Kommer Frem - Strøm

Der var engang vi var kendt for frisind og tolerance

Da vi var i balance og gav en hver en fair chance

Da vi var kendt for åbenhed, kendt for håb og fred

Dem der lagde våbnene ned og nægtede at stå på geled

Til vi gav magten til højrefløjen

Så de kunne sende os alle sammen i krig på en løgn

For at bekæmpe uretfærdighed med uretfærdighed

Og så tvivl om værdighden i vores egn retfærdighed

For vores leder er en dukke der bukker sig

Lader sig diktere af George Bush og det skuffer mig

Ikk' fordi jeg ser det fra en piedestal

Men jeg sir' hvad jeg ser, og jer ser den er splittergal og rablende

Lad os invadere alverdens steder

Så de kan få det ligesom os og tro de har det bedre

Imens Osama sværger krig og lover bål og brand

Vi er jo et land i krig, så vi' et legitimt mål for ham

Det til trods sover vi trygt om natten

For det' rabatten på skatten der præger debatten

Snakken om solidaritet, hva' blev der af den

Hvis det er stilen vil jeg hverken eje eller ha' den

For George Bush sagde 1−2-10, så' der krig

Tony Blair sagde 1−2-10, så' der krig

Anders Fogh vidste ikk' hva' han sku' sige

Så han bad dem lyne ned og fortælle ham hva' de ku' li'

Hvad er i bange for

Hva' fortier i, hva' er det i løber fra

Hvad vil i angre når

Når sandheden kommer frem

Hvad er i bange for

Hvad fortryder i, hvor’n vil i mon forklare

Alt det i angrer når

Sandheden kommer frem

Når katastrofen den rammer så er vi knyttet sammen

Så gør vi nytte sammen, holder i hånd og synger støttesag

Normalt er fællesskabet svært at finde

Solidariteten finder vi vel ved verdens ende

Altså verdens ende, eller hvor fanden er den henne?

Jeg fandt den hverken i KBH eller Kerteminde

Men jeg så hvordan regeringen fik det sat i stand

Mere til os selv og mindre til de fattige lande

Og så tror de de kan komme og købe aflad

Og bilde os ind at katastrofen den er aftaget

Men det' fornemt bare at stå og ryste med raslebøssen

Når det i sidste ende kniber lidt med snakkelysten

For nationen bliver mere og mere fremmedfjendsk

Mens Anders Fogh og Bertal Haarder sipper Gammel Dansk

Det' nye tider, i kan stadig ikk' slå os ihjel

Men den enkelte må lære at passe på sig selv

For selvfølgelig står en hver sig selv nærmest

Men lær være at fortrænge det, vær i det mindste ærlig omkring det

Vi må hæve os over hykleriet

Selvom det nok kommer til at ta' os et stykke tid

Så jeg spør'

Hvad er i bange for

Hva' fortier i, hva' er det i løber fra

Hvad vil i angre når

Når sandheden kommer frem

Hvad er i bange for

Hvad fortryder i, hvor’n vil i mon forklare

Alt det i angrer når

Sandheden kommer frem

Det føles ofte lige gyldigt hvilken vej det går

Om vi bli’r snydt af George Bush eller Michael Moore

Ført bag lyset i et strengespil vi ej forstår

Hvor en hver forsøger at slikke sine egne sår

I en verden hvor sandheden er nuanceret

Og hvor løgnen den er velklædt og nybarberet

Hvor man ved at alle gemmer på en hemmelighed

Og ingen rigtig ved hvad filmen den skal ende med

Hvor vi foretager ting vi ikk' tør kendes ved

Hvor han er glad så længe han ikk' står i hendes sted

Og hun er glad så længe han ikke sår i hendes bed

Men det' desværre et forhold de begge væmmes ved

De lytter med besvære, men det er let at lære

Når de bli’r taget på sengen som Henriette Kjær

Hun er en af dem der ved hvad det indebærer

Når sandheden kommer frem, hva' si’r i til det her?

Hvad er i bange for

Hva' fortier i, hva' er det i løber fra

Hvad vil i angre når

Når sandheden kommer frem

Hvad er i bange for

Hvad fortryder i, hvor’n vil i mon forklare

Alt det i angrer når

Sandheden kommer frem

Hva' med de ting som de sagde de vil' gøre

Hva' med de ting som de gjorde uden at spørge

Hvad havde de tænkt sig at de ville sige

Når deres tid er forbi

Once upon a time we were known for freedom and tolerance

When we were in balance and gave each a fair chance

When we were known for openness, known for hope and peace

Those who laid down their arms and refused to stand in line

Until we gave power to the right wing

So they could send us all to war on a lie

To fight injustice with injustice

And then doubt the worthiness of our own righteousness

For our leader is a bowing doll

Being dictated to by George Bush and it disappoints me

Ikk' because I see it from a pedestal

But I sir' what I see, and you see it is mad and raving

Let's invade all kinds of places

So they can feel like us and think they are better off

Meanwhile, Osama vows war and promises bonfire and fire

After all, we are a country at war, so we're a legitimate target for him

Despite that, we sleep soundly at night

Because it's the discount on the tax that characterizes the debate

The talk of solidarity, what became of it

If that's the style I don't want to own or have it

Because George Bush said 1-2-10, then there's war

Tony Blair said 1-2-10, then there's war

Anders Fogh didn't know what to say

So he told them to zip down and tell him what they could

What are you afraid of

What are you doing, what are you running from

What will you regret when

When the truth comes out

What are you afraid of

What do you regret, where would you like to explain

All that you regret when

The truth comes out

When disaster strikes, we are bound together

Then we do good together, hold hands and sing support

Usually, community is hard to find

We will probably find solidarity at the end of the world

So the end of the world, or where the hell is it?

I did not find it either in KBH or Kerteminde

But I saw how the government made it happen

More for ourselves and less for the poor countries

And then they think they can come and buy indulgences

And imagine that the disaster has subsided

But it's classy just to stand and shake the rattle

When in the end it is a bit difficult with the desire to talk

Because the nation is becoming more and more xenophobic

While Anders Fogh and Bertal Haarder sip Gammel Dansk

The new times, you still can't kill us

But the individual must learn to take care of himself

Because, of course, each one is closest to himself

But learn not to suppress it, at least be honest about it

We must rise above the hypocrisy

Although it's probably going to take us a while

so i ask

What are you afraid of

What are you doing, what are you running from

What will you regret when

When the truth comes out

What are you afraid of

What do you regret, where would you like to explain

All that you regret when

The truth comes out

It often feels equally valid which way it goes

Whether we are being cheated by George Bush or Michael Moore

Led astray in a string game we don't understand

Where each tries to lick his own wounds

In a world where the truth is nuanced

And where the lie it is well dressed and freshly shaved

Where you know that everyone is hiding a secret

And no one really knows what movie it will end up with

Where we do things we dare not be known for

How happy he is as long as he is not standing in her place

And she's happy as long as he doesn't hurt in her bed

But unfortunately it's a relationship they both hate

They listen with difficulty, but it is easy to learn

When they are caught in bed like Henriette Kjær

She is one of those who know what it entails

When the truth comes out, what do you say to this?

What are you afraid of

What are you doing, what are you running from

What will you regret when

When the truth comes out

What are you afraid of

What do you regret, where would you like to explain

All that you regret when

The truth comes out

What about the things they said they would do

What about the things they did without asking

What did they think they were going to say

When their time is over