[First verse:(wordsworth)]

Someday U say, U hate music
Someday U say, Y love it Like on
guy i saw He didn't stand this
noisy thing at all
He just wanted to listen to
Whitney Houston all the time
And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U
lose your energy Why
don't U wanna try something
different, instead of that
entertaining muzak, blow your ears
sometime It helps U a lot It
opens your mind, to a new
dimension U'll find a new side in
U And above all, your ears are
constantly receiving
noise anyway, all the time U'll
never stay in silence, anyway If U
want some noise, let's make real
one, and when U
want some silence, U can enjoy it
by listening to an empty cassette,
for starters Music exits for totally
different
moods, and after all, it's all the same

[CHORUS:]

HC vispila!
HC vispila!
HC vispila!
Tahdomme LIHAA!

[Second verse:]

Once I started to talk to you, don't
wanna stop at all Now I'm sitting
in a van, on the backseat, riding
this bullshit
Coming back from the First
Official European Tour There's
Stockholm, outside the window,
old buildigs, King's
Court, nice place! My head is on a
melody hill, but my feet are
constantly waiting to continue
further Okay, that's it
Next verse I'm gonna sing, is going
to be written somewhere else, in a
totally different mood, in a totally
different atmosphere

[CHORUS]

[Third verse:]

A man with a 38 in his hand
what does he look a like? A man in
suit and a tight tie ora hippie-
looking junkie? Shock
the monkey, no, shot the monkey
I feel I have to fill this page with a
nonsense-kind of fow, 'cause my
mind is so
fucking stupid It can't give
anykinda sign of anykinda
creativeness I'm just lying, like
cows on a field Now I stop
This is bullshit, no cowshit Yes,
I'll turn into chorus But please,
don't forget me

[CHORUS]