31. mars 2007
Røldag: Life stinks
then suddenly life hits you and you start to move astray
your legs will barely move and now your eyesight don't work straight
and the doctors won't believe you 'cause your tests are all okay
They will send you to a shrink and he will tell you that you're mad
and when you don't believe him he will start to mould your head
when you finally feel crazy he will tell you that you're not
"we will take away your money, go and find yourself a job"
And the only job to get is where they carry heavy stuff
you can take the pains a month and then your body says "enough"
then you go back to the doctors but the story's just the same
"everything is normal but we don't know 'bout your brain"
So you end up all alone and you are scared of your own mind
and you don't want any help 'cause you have learned what they will find
they will rip apart your childhood as they leave you full of doubt
were your parents really monsters, did they beat you up and shout?
they pick out your self-confidence, they throw away your will
and the only thing you get is an enormous pile of bills
Then one sweet day a doctor calls and tells you to be glad
"you have a rare disease now be happy you're not mad
the illness is no problem if we cure it right away
you've had it for so long and now I guess it's gonna stay
you should have seen us earlier, now game is up for you
we're very very sorry but there's nothing we can do"
Diktet kan synges til versemelodien i Alph Preussens 'Du skal få en dag i mårå' ('det var en liten gutt som gikk og gret og var så lei')