Rhytm Is A Cancer

[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...