Livet i Bloggeby (Fuck the system episode 7)

Livet går sin gang, de små ting blir schvære greier, og ord for dagen er:

JA TIL NEI, OG BORT MED VEKK!

Her er en av mine største favoritter, sjå og les;

Day after day, they send my friends away to mansions cold and grey. - To the far side of town, where the thinmen stalk the streets, while the sane stay underground

Day after day, they tell me I can go, they tell me I can blow to the far side of town - where it's pointless to be high, 'cause it's such a long way down.

So I tell them that I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm. I will do me harm. Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall, I'm not quite right at all - am I?

Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be. Just my librium and me, and my E.S.T. makes three.

'Cause I'll rather stay here whith all the madmen than perish whith the sadmen roaming free. And I'll rather play here whith all the madmen - for I'm quite content, they're all as sane as me.

(Where can the horizon lie when a nation hides its organic minds in a cellar...dark and grim. They must be very dim)

Day after day they take some brain away, then turn my face around to the far side of town. Then tell me that it's real, then ask me how I feel.

Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be, my libido's split on me. Gimme some good old lobotomy....