The Ark

Om man a"r fo"dd bland proleta"rer (Ola)
Och go"r
narkotikaaffa"rer
Och man a"r redan en ga*ng straffad
Sa* a"r
det la"tt att man blir haffad
Till och fra*n

Jag vill
ka"nna mig fri, fri, fri (Martin)
Det a"r min filosofi, fi,
fi
Kolla, kolla att
Jag a"r en reko kille
A"ven om jag
kanske sitter pa* ka*ken idag (Sylvester)
Fa*r ni ha*lla med om
att
Det var inte det jag ville
Nej, jag tar ett jobb pa*
fo"rsta ba"sta sta"lle (Ola)
La"derfa*to"lj och egen
telefon
Na"r jag kommer ha"rifra*n (Ola & Sylvester)
Ta"nkte
jag mitt dumma fa*n
Och trodde jag var stark
Men jag
hamna i en park
Och levde pa* att sa"lja...
(Jepson)

Hadela"tten da" da", umpampa (Leari)
Fa*r man
inte go"ra, inte bra
Hadela"tten da" da", umpampa
Det va det
jag sa, det var inte bra

Vilken idioti, ti, ti
(Sylvester)
Att sa"lja av ett parti, ti, ti
Kolla, kolla
att
Jag har mej sja"lv att skylla
A"ven om jag inte gillar
lokalen sa* bra (Martin)
Fa*r vi ha*lla med om att
Den har
en funktion att fylla
Fa*ngva*rden statuerar ett exempel
(Ola)
Kna"cker en kille
Sa"tter sta"mpel pa*'n
Sa*
na"r jag kommer ha"rifra*n
Va"rker det i hja"rtevra*n
Det
sticker som en dolk
Na"r man tra"ffar lite folk
Och meckar
sig en redig... (Jepson)

Hadela"tten da" da", umpampa
(Leari)
Fa*r man inte go"ra, inte bra
Hadela"tten da" da",
umpampa
Det va det jag sa, det var inte
bra
(umpampa)
Hadela"tten da" da", umpampa (Leari)
Fa*r
man inte go"ra, inte bra
Hadela"tten da" da", umpampa
Det va
det jag sa, det var inte bra
(umpampa)

Men a"r man
hederlig ista"llet (Jepson)
Och jobbar pa* i
tjuvsamha"llet
Och bara a"r tillra"ckligt gniden
Sa* blir
man miljona"r med tiden
I den ma*n...

Man
o"verhuvudtaget kommer ha"rifra*n (Ola)
Bara tar ett
sparbanksla*n
Flytta till Skano"r
Sla* sig fram som
fabriko"r
Och leva tills man... (Jepson)

Okej, okej,
kej, kej (Sylvester)
Ta a* titta pa* mej, mej, mej
Kolla,
kolla att
Jag a"r redan ma"rkt fo"r livet
A"ven om jag
kanske kommer i frihet en dag (Ola)
Fa*r ni ha*lla med om
att
Det a"r inte o"verdrivet
La"tt att va flitig, arbetsam
och pra"ktig
Lika bra jag ko"r direkt i a*n
Sa* na"r jag
kommer ha"rifra*n
I en stulen Amazon
Tar vi fo"rsta
dan
Till att dundra in till stan
Och sla"ppa loss av
bara...

Hadela"tten aj, aj, umpampa (Alla)
Fa*r man
inte go"ra, inte bra
Hadela"tten aj, aj, umpampa
Det va
det jag sa, det var inte bra
(umpapa)
Hadela"tten aj, aj,
umpampa
Fa*r man inte go"ra, inte bra
Hadela"tten aj, aj,
umpampa
Det va det jag sa, det var inte bra
Umpapa!

You've been watching over me
Saying you're keeping me company
I should be grateful, I suppose
and compare you to a summer's rose

You've been talking sweet to me
about peace and loving harmony
But I know what you say about me
So now I tell you cause I gotta break free

That I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain't moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Please don't give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
Some are singing to raise affection
But this piece poetry is meant to do harm

So with what shall I compare thee?
Summer's clay or winter's sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?

No, take your words and take your vows
Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows
Let the cool winds roughly shake
out all darling buds of fake

I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain't moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

And don't you give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
I'm not singing to raise affection
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Soundtrack: Shortbus
Title: This Piece Of Poetry Is Meant To Do Harm (The Ark)


You've been watching over me
Saying you're keeping me company
I should be grateful, I suppose
and compare you to a summer's rose

You've been talking sweet to me
about peace and loving harmony
But I know what you say about me
So now I tell you cause I gotta break free

That I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain't moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

Please don't give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
Some are singing to raise affection
But this piece poetry is meant to do harm

So with what shall I compare thee?
Summer's clay or winter's sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?

No, take your words and take your vows
Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows
Let the cool winds roughly shake
out all darling buds of fake

I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain't moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm

And don't you give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
I'm not singing to raise affection
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm