bryggeriets gymnasium

Ska du ha en bit kladdkaka pågjävel

ska du ha en tip top eller en chokladkaka fylld med grädde

ska du komma in, ungjävel

Ska du ha en spark älskade du

ska du åka karuseller eller bara på pakethållaren rakt in i berget, är det du vill älskade lilla du

Vill du ha en hamburgare med stark hemgjord lök

Vill du det så får du fan fixa det på egen hand, för jag mata mina djur och sånt för mina småpengar

This tale will be dark in its own form of glory

And by the end of it I hope that you will understand

That this is all true and happens all over our land

In a small town there was a little happy home

A brother and a sister who never felt alone

Every time they laughed their parents’ smiles shone

But as time went by things started to crawl and to roam

Their lives started to tear up slowly at the seams

Tiny little children who held onto their dreams

Neither knew what happened or what it had meant

They just had fun together, glad for the time they spent

Then one day the brother grew distant and afar

The tiny little sister didn’t know a thing at all

She felt so forgotten, so meaningless and small

Realized things aren’t always the way she thinks they are

Her parents only ever wanted to protect her

From all of the hurt in the world that could neglect her

They knew her kind heart was too fragile to be bruised

And that she could one day end up being used

Time started running and after a while

The only thing that’s left was the shadow of a smile

It was as though the world had put her on a trail

Forcing her to see that those she loved were truly vile

She became a pawn in the bullies’ mean game

Deciding with her kind heart that she could take the pain

So that no one she knew would have to do the same

Even though there was nothing there to gain

Poor little girl took her friends and family for granted

Never thought things would end up the way they happened

Her dad found a new woman and her mom a new man

None of these things were meant to happen in her plan

Years began moving and her family it grew

Now she only wished that she’d had a clue

That one of her six siblings would end up being so cruel

Now she’s crying in the dark, feeling like such a fool

Now this little starlight was forced to see the darkness

Forced to accept that the world could be so heartless

Somebody she once loved wished to end her father’s life

Scared of being hurt she carried around a knife

In the town she lived in she quickly grew afraid

Then something there it changed and made her feel betrayed

Her siblings needed help, but no matter what mom paid

The people that they needed did nothing to their aid

Her eldest little sister had no teachers that could help her

Her only little brother got bullied and had no protector

The youngest girl she ended up feeling all forgotten

Her big brother had work and she herself felt rotten

That little sweet girl who once lived there in town

Used to be an angel, but now she has fallen down

Clenched her fist tighter, her chest burning in rage

Wisdom comes with age, now she knows she’s in a cage

There once was a girl and she almost always smiled

But the world it was cruel and her anger it got piled

When it comes crashing down her heart it gets riled

The little mild girl has grown up to be a wild child

Now she has thicker skin, but don’t get her wrong

She only got colder ‘cause she needed to be strong

Her heart burns with passion ‘cause she loves them all along

She wants to protect those she can trust herself among

She looks out for her family, from another society

There are scholars, there are gangs and that is her reality

Her Aunt’s a teacher, Uncle’s in jail, her brother is always far away

One’s perfect, one did drugs, but she loves them anyway

She has learned the tough way not all people can be trusted

Like the people in charge and that makes her disgusted

Those upper crusts don’t see what happens down the street

She takes it upon herself to get her friends back on their feet

Can’t they see what it means? We are not machines

A perfect society is just a bunch of hopeless dreams

Maybe there are people fitting better in than some

But don’t call those who don’t fit in a bag of scum

See the bigger picture, there are people out there dying

While the focus is on people that are deceiving and lying

Stand up for those in need, they need to know we’re trying

Let them know we care and here if they’re crying

The moral of the story is to take charge of your life

And to help others do the same so that they don’t have to strife

It’s to prepare for the worst but to hope for the best

To be able to let go of the fear inside your chest

The moment that broke down that sweet little girl

Was the moment she faced the true evils of her world

An angel lost her wings, but instead she learned how to run

She’s braver and she’s bolder from the things she’s overcome

Jag har ett land, byggt av mina färdigheter blod och svett

Jag har ett hus, inte stort men det är fullt av värme och kärlek

Mat på bordet får man, kanske inte hur mycket som helst men det räcker

Jag bor med min far och mor och mina syskon

Jag lär mig hur man ska älska och blir älskad

De sa att en bra människa är den som tar sin börda och bär den med glädje och stolthet

De blev fattigare och vi rikare

Kampen för frihet har ingen tid och plats

Vi kämpar jämnt och ständig för att överleva

Vi kan och måste vara frihetens röst

Vår röst ska höras och synas

Gör inte det som de önskar

Should keep our mouths shut, but now I don’t give a shit

So what if I speak my mind, ain’t like people will care

I’m done sitting here, just waiting to be hit

I’m sick of politicians acting like they know what to do

When it comes to the young ones I bet they don’t have a clue

‘Cause they don’t see the individuals in dire need of aid

When they got money up their asses and more to be made

That’s their stubborn way of fixing it, that is their reality

Think issues will be solved by drowning them in money

Acting like it all will work out by claiming they agree

How about they grow a pair and go start fixing our society

They make changes all around that in turn will change the folk

When people start complaining it gets turned into a joke

How blind can they be, can’t see either the fire or the smoke

Or that people will get hurt for every stupid word they spoke

They claim that they care, but is that statement really true

‘Cause they can’t take criticism without bringing out the crew

And there somebody died, look who’s first to say sorry for your loss

So hungry for attention, but so picky deciding where to cross

As things around are changing, they expect you to adapt

Before you know it, it feels like you have long been trapped

And you can never seek for help without getting labeled wrong

Your mind is diagnosed as flawed and that’s why you don’t belong

Then you need medicine to fix your personality

Or maybe they decide to send you straight to therapy

Because you cannot say you don’t fit into their society

They’ll make changing your mind into their first priority

If someone doesn’t belong, then they are taken aside

If they don’t fit in then they never really tried

So the people at the top can’t help but save their pride

And nobody is taken seriously until somebody has died