Sort Stue – Din by er dit bur

Sort Stue – Din by er dit bur Lyrics

Artist: Sort Stue
Song: Din by er dit bur

Stol ik’ på Euroman og cellofan, din bedste ven på ketogan
Supermand med pikken op på baren ved en ølhane
Pyroman, narkoman trappen er din crib for fa’en
Og byen er dit bur hvor folk de glemmer livet nat og dagen i dag

Er dagen, der ku’ ændre din vane
Få dig op på hesten og på rette bane
Dagen hvor du stopper med at glane efter nymfer, der vil hive dig ned
Og drukne dig i dit eget oceans ensomhed

Du’ ked og måske harm over at du intet får
Du leder efter hjerter i en kødrand af hud og lår
Og år de går og du holder stilen, opfører dig kækt
Men glemte ved dit dankort at medbringe respekt

Og selvom vi brænder fanen
Skyller øjnene med maaloxan
Skjuler vi sagen væk
Når vi sidder og snakker ved kaffen og kagen fra Tønder til Skagen

Med sorgens piller, der kilder lidt vilder’
Det er skidt, men sandt
Folk skriger fra underskud i det danske land
Og der nogen mor og far, der ikke spiller bluffen?

Ikke spørg hvorfor barnet har lidt ecstacy i skuffen?
Det’ ik’ sjover’ i Hvidovre end seks fod i jorden
Og i Tarm er kun larm fra alle togene på sporene
Og problemer er bekendte, hvis du hungrer efter svar

Så drop dit job snart, begrib respekt og gør dig klar
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Din by er dit bur Lyrics – English Translation

Chair IK ‘on euroman and cellophane, your best friend at Ketogan
Superman with the dick up at the bar at a beerhane
Pyroman, addict stairs is your crib for the FA
And the city is your cage where people they forget life night and day today

Is the day that ku ‘change your habit
Get yourself up on the horse and on the right course
The day when you stop glaring after nymphs who will pull you down
And drown you in your own Ocean’s loneliness

You ‘sorry and perhaps harm with you nothing gets
You are looking for hearts in a cooling sand of skin and thigh
And years they go and you keep the style, behave chirped
But forgot about your Dankort to bring respect

And even if we burn the tab
Flushes the eyes with Maaloxan
Do we hide the matter away
When we sit and talk at the coffee and cake from Tønder to Skagen

With the pills of mourning, who sources a little wilds’
It’s rubbish but true
People scream from deficit in the Danish country
And there any mom and father who don’t play the bluff?

Don’t ask why the child has a little ecstacy in the drawer?
It ‘Ik’ fun ‘in Hvidovre than six feet in the ground
And in the intestine is only noise from all the trains on the tracks
And problems are acquaintances if you are hungry by answer

So drop your job soon, state respect and get ready
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Sort Stue Lyrics – Din by er dit bur

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From the album:
2006 – 2011 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021