L.O.C. "Folk Som Dem Her" lyrics

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Folk Som Dem Her

Først har vi den ældste, ham der ligner en millionHam med kokain i næsen, ham der ikk' ka' husk' sit eget navn, min herreDet' hvor meget han drikker, det' hvor meget han drakMen han kan ikk' klar' det mer', han er komplet fucked upOg tror, at han er kongenJa, han tror, at han er kongen

Når han bli'r fuld hver aften, hælder billig sprit på båletMon vi finder ham i morgen i kirken, midt på gulvet?Stiv som et lig, hvid lig'som sneHans tale, den er slør, og hans øjne kan ikk' se

Og så har vi den anden, ham der spiller åh, så hårdOg bruger ethvert sekund på ikke at virke som en hor, min herreMen gi'r gern' sin skjorte til fattigglade folkSå længe andre ser på imens, så ofrer han sig stoltSå de ka' se, at han er kongenSå de ka' se, at han er kongen

Når han praller med sin forretning gennem sit moderigtige smilMed sin moderigtige bitch, i sin moderigtige bilJa, han vil gern' se ud som om, men ser ikk' ud overhovedetOg man burd' ikk' spil' rig, når man ikk' har én krone

Åhr

Og så har vi den sidste, selv hans barn er kalkuleretFor han fik kun bastarden, for hun ikk' sku' ha' fler' affær'Taler aldrig med hend', han åbner aldrig kæftenOg når han end'lig gør, er der lort fra morgen til aftenSå hun ka' hør' at han er kongenSå hun ka' hør' at han er kongen

Når han maler sine fjender i fjæset på enhverDer ikk' gi'r ham peng', eller ved hvem han erSå verden, den er lille, men mindre hos hamDer vægter sine sedler langt mer' end sin skam

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The first one, the guy who looks like a millionThe one with coke in his nose, the one who doesn't remember his own name, sirThat's how much he is drinking, that is how much he used to drinkBut he can't take it anymore, he's completely fucked upAnd thinks that he's the kingYes, he thinks that he's the king

When he gets drunk every night, pouring cheap alcohol on the fireWill we find him tomorrow in the church on the floor?Stiff like a corpse, white like snowHis voice is blurry and his eyes can't see

And the second one, the guy who acts oh so toughUsing every second to not seem like a whore, sirBut will gladly give his shirt to poor happy 1 people, sirAs long as others are looking he'll proudly do the self-sacrificeSo they can see that he's the kingSo they can see that he's the king

When he brags about his business through his smileWith his fashionable bitch, in his fashionable carYes, he wants to look like but he doesn't look at allAnd you shouldn't play rich when you don't have a dime

Ohr

And then we have the last one, even his child has been calculated'Cause he only got the bastard, so that she wouldn't have anymore affairsNever speaks to her, never opens his mouthAnd when he finally does it's bullshit from morning to nightSo that she can hear that he's the kingSo that she can hear that he's the king

When he marks enemies of anyoneWho won't give him money, or don't know who he isSo the world is small, but smaller to the oneWho values his cash more then he values his shame

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