Proletar (Hvor Jeg Står) - Suspekt

Det her, det vil lave om på alt.

Det her er begyndelsen til en ny tid

Så kommer man hjem og finder en kone, der har fået eget hus

Jeg havde ellers tænkt mig at leve og dø som proletar

Hvad er en proletar?

Nej, det har mor vel ikke lært dig.

Det er en der ikke ejer noget

Jeg kan mærke en stigende trang til at flå huden af

Og vende lortet på vrangen for ikk' at strande som en ussel karl

Mellem folk badet i remoulade og pomfritter

Forstadens glitter og glamour blandet med dårlige snitter

Træt af at servere de riges røv med luksusvarer

Eller lange bøffer over grillen til en muggen skar'

Af farlige folk, der åbenbart er ligeså brugt som mig

Med nul tolerance gemt i ærmet og en duft af nar

Proletar, med det samme træningssæt som konen har

Fodbold-far går gennem beton-ørkenen som en dromedar

Hjem til jordhulen og forbi bulen med vennerne

Ind fra kulden tilbage til livet, så vi glemmer det

For røgen ligger sig tykt I bunden af lungerne

Og spreder sig i systemet, så vi ikk' ka' mærk', vi' hungrende

Vader gennem tågerne til lyden af skrig fra mågerne

Og håber, det' sidste gang, jeg går i sko, der' slidt til sålerne

Men glem mig, fuck it, jeg klarer det fint indtil videre

For folk som os bli’r ved at lede i blinde efter bedre tider

Skubber slæder, selvom vi ved, at vi ikk' har penge til det

For ligeså snart vi har bare lidt, skal hele verden se det

(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)

Men jeg har intet at sige (for)

Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt

Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står

(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)

Men jeg har intet at sige (for)

Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt

Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står

Der, hvor jeg kommer fra, er det tætheden, der binder lortet sammen

Brødre der bringer skam og bli’r set på som lortet i faldstammen

Fordi I bøsser ikk' kan det sam'

Og på ingen måde har noget at gøre med den fucking målgruppe, vi prøver at ram'

Yep, jeg er fra Albertslund, din lorteluder

En af gutterne I elsker at tale dårligt om og samtidigt får din hverdag til at

smuldre

Det samfundslag, der I jeres verden, ikk' eksisterer

Røvhullerne jeres afkom for guds skyld aldrig må imitere

Og af samme grund gør det, fordi lortet er fucking interessant

For mit liv, modsat dit lorte liv, virker pludselig interessant

Så I kan ta' jeres lykke og idyl og stikke den op i ass’en

Har ikke mistet besindelsen, bare bundærlig og fucking rasende

Men glem mig, fuck it, jeg klarer det fint indtil videre

For folk som os bli’r ved at lede i blinde efter bedre tider

Skubber slæder, selvom vi ved, at vi ikk' har penge til det

For ligeså snart vi har bare lidt, skal hele verden se det

(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)

Men jeg har intet at sige (for)

Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt

Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står

(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)

Men jeg har intet at sige (for)

Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt

Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står

(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)

Men jeg har intet at sige (for)

Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt

Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står

Hey-hey, hey-hey

Hey-hey, hey

Hey-hey, hey-hey

Hey-hey, hey

This, it will change everything.

This is the beginning of a new era

Then you come home and find a wife who has got her own house

I would otherwise have intended to live and die as a proletarian

What is a proletarian?

No, Mom probably did not teach you that.

It's someone who owns nothing

I can feel an increasing urge to peel the skin off

And turn the shit upside down so as not to be stranded like a wretched man

Between people bathed in remoulade and french fries

Suburban glitter and glamor mixed with bad cuts

Tired of serving the rich's ass with luxury goods

Or long steaks over the grill for a musty cut '

By dangerous people who are obviously just as used as me

With zero tolerance tucked in the sleeve and a scent of nar

Proletar, with the same training set as the wife has

Soccer Dad walks through the concrete desert like a dromedary

Home to the earth cave and past the bulge with friends

In from the cold back to life so we forget it

Because the smoke is thick at the base of the lungs

And spreads in the system, so we do not 'ka' feel ', we' hungry

Wading through the mists to the sound of screams from the seagulls

And hope it's the last time I walk in shoes that 'worn to the soles

But forget me, fuck it, I'm fine so far

For people like us keep looking for better times

Pushing sleds, even though we know we do not have the money for it

For as soon as we have just a little, the whole world must see it

(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)

But I have nothing to say (for)

Every time I think people they have changed a little

Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand

(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)

But I have nothing to say (for)

Every time I think people they have changed a little

Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand

Where I come from, it's the density that binds the shit together

Brothers who bring shame and are seen as shit in the trunk

Because you gays do not 'can it together'

And in no way has anything to do with the fucking target audience we're trying to hit '

Yep, I'm from Albertslund, you bastard

One of the guys you love to talk bad about and at the same time make your everyday life

crumble

The layer of society in your world does not exist

The assholes your offspring for god's sake must never imitate

And for the same reason, do it because the shit is fucking interesting

For my life, as opposed to your shitty life, suddenly seems interesting

So you can take your happiness and idyll and stick it up in your ass

Have not lost my temper, just bottomless and fucking furious

But forget me, fuck it, I'm fine so far

For people like us keep looking for better times

Pushing sleds, even though we know we do not have the money for it

For as soon as we have just a little, the whole world must see it

(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)

But I have nothing to say (for)

Every time I think people they have changed a little

Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand

(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)

But I have nothing to say (for)

Every time I think people they have changed a little

Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand

(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)

But I have nothing to say (for)

Every time I think people they have changed a little

Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand

Hey-hey, hey-hey

Hey-hey, hey

Hey-hey, hey-hey

Hey-hey, hey