Poikien vessa [English translation]

The boots of a bully

I thank their softness that I'm still alive

And I know everybody can't accept turning pearls into pigs

As a kid angst out of stress

Consolation searched in drugs & fucks

If I won't hear my conscience guess can I hear ya?

When all the clichés sound the same

And every party hurts

Bandana wrapped tight to hold my head together

My vices come to me always during midnight hours

Well well, my specs swimming in the shitter

Knockety knock, what're ya all doing in one shitter?

Puffing a puff and flushing the butts

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

Well well, my specs swimming in the shitter

Knockety knock, what're ya all doing in one shitter?

Puffing a puff and flushing the butts

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

All stars, these lil' starplayerz can be once again found whistled out

Old teachers of theirs thinking wonder have they kicked the bucket yet

Nääh

We stayed to make caviar out of you in the poor neighbourhood

Now all we need is say hi to these femmine, a magic word

Stinks, but not the ice hockey gear nor is the direction toward the Mightiest of Ducks

I kick the shitter door wide-open and emerge out of the smoke like a wrestler for the showdown

Read through the night again

Err, going to school eyes red

Coz' everything else is dangerous

Felt at home like back in the days of womb

Well well, my specs swimming in the shitter

Knockety knock, what're ya all doing in one shitter?

Puffing a puff and flushing the butts

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

Well well, my specs swimming in the shitter

Knockety knock, what're ya all doing in one shitter?

Puffing a puff and flushing the butts

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

Nanaa nanaa nanaa nanaanaanaa

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

Nanaa nanaa nanaa nanaanaanaa

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

Feels like fifteen again

And everything forbidden is so alluring

I sway on the precipice and dang it turns me on

A problem with the authority

And I dunno which day of the week it is

Mum worried, she knew

We did all she forbid

Peter Pan syndrome

Wish we were fifteen again

Walking talking catastrophies

The shrinks ain't got time for us

We cry our mistakes out in the mornings

And repeat them all over

Coz' otherwise

Well well, my specs swimming in the shitter

Knockety knock, what're ya all doing in one shitter?

Puffing a puff and flushing the butts

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

One two three four

Nanaa nanaa nanaa nanaanaanaa

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

Nanaa nanaa nanaa nanaanaanaa

Smokin' in the homies' shitter

• Artist:Mouhous