Sex och dravel tråden, hämningslöst!
Glömde tillägga det. Du är klok, lite som Ferdinands mamma du vet....
Åh! Den ultimata komplimangen!
It takes a fool to remain sane! *upplyser*
Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace
-Wasn’t life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I’ll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand and it will slip out
In the sand if you don’t give me the chance
To break down the walls of attitude I ask nothing of you
Not even your gratitude
And if you think I’m corny
Then it will not make me sorry It’s your right to laugh at me
And in turn, that’s my opportunity
To feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
Oh it’s just a way to eclipse hate It’s just a way to put my back straight
Oh it’s just a way to remain sane
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops it’s like a multicoloured snapshot
Stuck in my brain it kept me sane
For a couple of years as it drenched my fears
Of becoming like the others
Who become unhappy mothers
And fathers of unhappy kids
And why is that?
‘Cause they’ve forgotten how to play
Or maybe they’re afraid to feel ashamed
To seem strange, to seem insane
To gain weight, to seem gay
I tell you this:
That it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh It takes a fool to remain sane
Oh It takes a fool to remain sane
Oh In this world all covered up in shame
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Whatever happened to the funky race?
A generation lost in pace
-Wasn’t life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I’ll change your bore for my bliss
But let go of my hand and it will slip out
In the sand if you don’t give me the chance
To break down the walls of attitude I ask nothing of you
Not even your gratitude
And if you think I’m corny
Then it will not make me sorry It’s your right to laugh at me
And in turn, that’s my opportunity
To feel brave
Because ridicule is no shame
Oh it’s just a way to eclipse hate It’s just a way to put my back straight
Oh it’s just a way to remain sane
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops it’s like a multicoloured snapshot
Stuck in my brain it kept me sane
For a couple of years as it drenched my fears
Of becoming like the others
Who become unhappy mothers
And fathers of unhappy kids
And why is that?
‘Cause they’ve forgotten how to play
Or maybe they’re afraid to feel ashamed
To seem strange, to seem insane
To gain weight, to seem gay
I tell you this:
That it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh It takes a fool to remain sane
Oh It takes a fool to remain sane
Oh In this world all covered up in shame
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Jag tycker man med fördel kan vända på det med. En person som till varje pris ska vara normal och frisk, blir lätt en dåre.