[First verse:(wordsworth)]
Someday U say, U hate music
Someday U say, Y love it.
Like on guy i saw.
He didnt stand this noisy thing at all.
He just wanted to listen to Whitney Houston all the time
And I said to him: Hey cmon, U lose your energy.
Why dont U wanna try something different,
instead of that entertaining muzak,
blow your ears sometime.
It helps U a lot.
It opens your mind, to a new dimension.
Ull find a new side in U.
And above all,
your ears are constantly receiving noise anyway,
all the time.
Ull never stay in silence, anyway.
If U want some noise,
lets make real one,
and when U want some silence,
U can enjoy it by listening to an empty cassette,
for starters. Music exits for totally different moods,
and after all, its all the same

[CHORUS:]
HC vispila
HC vispila
HC vispila
Tahdomme LIHAA

[Second verse:]
Once I started to talk to you, dont wanna stop at all.
Now Im sitting in a van, on the backseat, riding this bullshit.
Coming back from the First
Official European Tour. Theres
Stockholm, outside the window,
old buildigs, Kings
Court, nice place My head is on a
melody hill, but my feet are
constantly waiting to continue
further. Okay, thats it.
Next verse Im gonna sing, is going
to be written somewhere else, in a
totally different mood, in a totally
different atmosphere.

[CHORUS]

[Third verse:]
A man with a .38 in his hand
what does he look a like? A man in
suit and a tight tie ora hippie-
looking junkie? Shock
the monkey, no, shot the monkey.
I feel I have to fill this page with a
nonsense-kind of fow, cause my
mind is so
fucking stupid. It cant give
anykinda sign of anykinda
creativeness. Im just lying, like
cows on a field. Now I stop.
This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes,
Ill turn into chorus. But please,
dont forget me...

[CHORUS]