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Hva' Du På

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Hey hoh - hva fanden er du på
Er det crack xtc hashish eller blow
GHB meskalin eller rødvin
Eller er du bare typen der sluger
Nervemedicin
Han stresser hårdt på sit ni til fem
Får fri stempler ud
Og tar direkte hjem
åbner hoved døren og går direkte hen
Til en go flaske rødvin fra 98
Så ham her la os bare kald ham Per
Hashoman der altid ka puff et gram mere
Sådan har han været li siden han var atten
Han slamsuger bon - spiller PS hele natten
Naboen er chef psykolog
På en institution for folk der syge i roen
Sjovt nok må han selv sluge en pille eller to
For at stress' ned og finde den indre ro
Nede på gaden køre en taxi forbi
Med fire VIPs de blæst væk på fantasy
De fester på alle de cool steder
Det alt sammen Cristal, coke og sammen rullede sedler
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Så der Mo fra Vesterbro
Hans krop kører på dope
Og i værste fald metadon
Han styrter rundt på gaden
Forstyrer freden for uden sit fix
Ka han ik styre sin vrede
Og så der Vicky en halvgammel hippie
Der tog for mange trips i
The good old sixties
Hun er blevet clean og har det fint
Ja så længe hun har nok af sin
Nervemedicin
Og nede på bænken
Der finder du Bendtsen
Der fylder sig med alt der er højt på procenten
Der bistandsklienten Brian Jensen
Som har været på speed li siden
Han var 15
Og ude på landet er i ik en skid bedre
I li så langt ude som alle andre steder
Og man ska være sej for at feste med
For her tager de stoffer de bedøver deres heste med
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Så'n ku jeg bli ved
Ja der er masser af eksempler
På os moderne mennesker og vores
Tendenser
Vores abstinenser vores savn
Vores længsler
Skabt i en tid hvor der ingen der venter
Retter sagt en tid der gør os til klienter
Selvdoserende patienter
På medikamenter
Men det må være det hele værd
Siden Oprah siger
At vi er det lykkeligste folkefærd
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What Are You Up To

Chorus
Hey hoh - what the hell are you up to
Is it crack xtc hashish or blow
GHB mescaline or red wine
Or are you just the type who swallows
Nerve meds
He's stressing hard at his nine to five
Gets off the clock and punches out
And takes the straight shot home
opens the front door and heads straight for
A nice bottle of red wine from 98
So let's just call this guy Per
Pothead who can always puff one more gram
That's how he's been since he was eighteen
He chain smokes bongs - plays PS all night
The neighbor is a chief psychologist
At an institution for people who are mentally ill
Funny enough he himself pops a pill or two
To de-stress and find his inner peace
Down on the street a taxi drives by
With four VIPs all tripping on ecstasy
They party at all the cool places
It's all Cristal, coke and fat rolled joints
Chorus
So there's Mo from Vesterbro
His body runs on dope
And methadone at worst
He runs around the streets
Disturbing the peace because without his fix
He can't control his rage
And then there's Vicky an old-ish hippie
Who took too many trips in
The good old sixties
She's gotten clean and is doing fine
Yes as long as she has enough of her
Nerve meds
And down on the bench
You'll find Bendtsen
Who's filling himself up with anything that's high in percentage
There's Brian Jensen the welfare client
Who has been on speed ever since
He was 15
And out in the countryside it's not a bit better
You're just as messed up as everywhere else
And you have to be tough to party with
Because here they take the drugs they sedate their horses with
Chorus
I could go on like this
Yes there are tons of examples
Of us modern humans and our
Tendencies
Our withdrawals our cravings
Our longings
Created in a time where nobody's waiting
More precisely a time that turns us into clients
Self-medicating patients
On meds
But it must be worth it
Since Oprah says
That we're the happiest people
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