• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• faye tucker - Indigo Girls
• Feite Kre - Skymarshall Arts
• Fade 2 Grey - Enchant

On the night they killed Faye Tucker
I was gambling away my last dime
Well I pulled down the lever
And I sent up a prayer
That my luck would not be denied
My luck would not be denied
Roll out the head of Faye Tucker
And never you mind what they say
You may be reborn but its all just for scorn
And that's what you'll take to the grave
That's what you'll take to the grave
Well the minister wants you to live now
And the governor wants you to fry
And whatever it was that you thought might occur
They got something else in their minds
The got something else in their minds
If you live they gonna make you a campaigner
If you die they gonna make you a grave
Either way it goes down
Well your life's not your own
And that's why killin' don't pay
That's why killin' don't pay
I thought I heard the angel's bells
But they were just the hounds of hell
What did you learn Faye Tucker
What will take from this world
Well mercy could prove us
But nothing would move us
To rise above just being cruel

Ja feite Kåre er det du kaller en gris.
I kontorstolen han sitter, fysj der slapp han en fis.
Han sitter forann pc'n sin, han er et null.
Han klør seg litt I rævva, navern full potetgull.
Det lukter gamle pizzabiter, når Kåre driter.
Ja han feite Kåre sitter forann PC'n hele jævla da'n.
Å spella World of Warcraft er det eneste han kan.
Når feite Kåre reiser så skal han på dass,
Eller labbe ned på Rimi for å hente seg et lass,
Med pottis, brus og Pizza. Feite Kåre!
Ja feite Kåre er, en artig liten mann.
Som på rævva si kan sitte mye lenger enn du kan.
Å kroppsodøren han har - tok livet av hans bestefar.
Han sitter der å svetter hele jævla dagen lang.
Ingen jente har vært nær hans bittelille tissemann.
Der han sitter feit og schwær som et fjell,
Og wanker tissen sin helt selv.
Feit
Færærærærær faderlig feit
Dærædædæræd diger og feit
Fæ faen meg feit
Nei feite Kåre han har aldri hatt en egen venn.
Ikke engang bestemora hans, kjenner han igjen.
Han hakke vært I sola siden 1992,
Han er en evig stor fan av å ta livet med ro.
Og han lukter muggen gammal champignon, og han har ølvom.
Feite Kåre - er for tjukk til å ballene se.
Feite Kåre - et under at han lever,
Lukter kål og gammal nypete.
Kåre satt en dag å mævla pepperkakedeig.
Så esten jaggu opp og blei klissen rund og seig.
Også eksploderte Kåre.
Ja sånn går'e.
Ja feite Kåre er, en artig liten mann.
Som på rævva si kan sitte mye lenger enn du kan.
Å kroppsodøren han har - tok livet av hans bestefar.
Han sitter der å svetter hele jævla dagen lang.
Ingen jente har vært nær hans bittelille tissemann.
Der han sitter feit og schwær som et fjell,
Og wanker tissen sin helt selv.
Ja feite Kåre er, en artig liten mann.
Som på rævva si kan sitte mye lenger enn du kan.
Å kroppsodøren han har...
Å kroppsodøren han har...

Just another day, I go about my business
I start to shave in my ordinary way
Nothing has changed, yet something is different
Ah yes-- It's my birthday today
My skin feels a little tighter
The razor bites at my face
What are those lines in the mirror?
Can't seem to wipe them away
And my vision is blurry, I don't know what it is
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today
And what's left on my head has somehow turned to grey
Like a picture in the sun, the colors start to fade
Like broken glass upon the shore, the sharpness wears away
My face bleeding, I drop the razor to the floor
I try to catch it, but my hands do not obey me
What is that pounding, is there someone at the door?
It's just my heart, straining not to fail me
My legs feel so heavy
Each inch seems like a mile
Muscles burn from the effort
As I fall into denial
And my speech is slurred, I don't know what it is
And my arm is bruised from where I've touched my skin
And there is something wrong with my mirror today
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey
Just like a chameleon who changes his skin
I went to sleep young and virile, woke up old, tired and thin
Did I sleep through my life and waste away my youth?
Or did time just pass by and I'm denying the truth?
And my vision is blurry, I don't know what it is
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today
And what's left on my head has somehow turned to grey
And my speech is slurred, I don't know what it is
And my arm is bruised from where I've touched my skin
And there is something wrong with my mirror today