#sangtekst

Raitan – raitan taitan!

Ikke alltid like lett å høre hva som blir sunget.

I’m attached to this track

White paper, black writing

Fighting my way into its lines

Into its fine lines

I got a stack of songs

Piling up

Short ones and a long

That never seems to stop

I’ve sung opera, made a rap

Recorded in my flat

Some lacks meaning

Others embrace feelings

I’m attached to their chain

While waiting for the train

To pick me up

And bring me down the lane, but

My fear of coherence

Rises in me

Am I weird in appearance

As far as eyes can see?

Bleed your tears

On my floor

Release your fears and

Jeg smadre min håndryg så senerne springer,

Mod kanten af doktorens samtalebord, 

jeg vender ham ryggen og bløder på gulvet, 

så verden kan se mine blodige spor.

  Doktormand doktormand giv mig en pille, 

jeg er syg nu igen.

Doktormand doktormand mere medicin