“Time is up.
Now more than ever
for corporation between all good forces.
For there is an objective
that overshadows all of the others.
It is the preservation of our land,
unharmed through these dark times.
It is the securing of the people’s welfare
as far as the capability of the nation suffices.
(Long) Live Denmark!”
You’re a lovely land, abused by a sinful man,
squandered by his followers.
I wish that we could come to agree,
cause you’re my favorite country,
emotional, feels like we went in circles,
a common man in a relationship that is dead and ugly.
We should have been smart with an opinion,
but we threw the book into the fog,
and stupefy our population
with reality TV, when we should spend seconds on the little things.
But we’re entertained by adults in a cruel bullying,
teaching our kids that it’s horrible they do it in school,
pacifying them in front of the flashing images in the middle of the bookshelf.
I wish I had an answer for what the fuck it’s going to end up with,
cause I am proud to be from here, but I don’t know how to say it.
It’s like they took our flag and wiped their asses with it.
I said it, took our flag and wiped their asses with it.
Now, almost no one wants to touch it anymore,
associated with racism, kids know it,
you can see it on TV and mean it.
The culture we have left is really
single parents trying to be perfect,
a broken home, ego, selfish,
institutionalized welfare with help from
pedagogues who nurse your health.
You’re an ugly hater from the municipality.
An ugly hater from the municipality.
We’re the kids of the revolution,
pacified by the flashes from the bookshelf.
Red and white,
so dead and worn.
Only intolerance smiles happily,
but I will die for my,
wake up to dynamite,
freedom of speech till their ignorance bleeds away.
Cause they have waved the flag for far too long,
taken my flag and forgotten everything it stood for.
Fuck all of them, I’ll take my flag back.
Feeling the pride burn from my insides,
I will wave my flag.
Now it’s half up, my flag, I’m taking my flag back.
"Denmark, Denmark."
All things considered,
it’s going the wrong way.
You would think there was enough experience to predict a collective beheading,
sporadic punishment as far as the eye can see,
an ugly drawcard, I’m sick of all the visionaries who don’t matter.
Pathetic politicians busy with putting on an act in certain shows,
when they should focus on creating safe environments for the people, fumbling in media.
Cause things are falling apart, the shitty TV a link to the mass,
it was my babysitter, now you’re just a fucking piece of furniture.
Embarrassed on behalf of our country, obvious inferiority complexes.
How about helping people instead of personifying your hidden agenda?
I guess you were bullied in school, letting it affect the rest of the nation,
destroying our belief of a shared vision, releasing my pressure on a single patron,
the reason I’m no longer voting, that’s not why you contribute.
You ought to be ring binder, I’m a fucking great judge of human behavior.
You’re an ugly hater from the municipality,
an ugly hater from the municipality.
We’re the kids of the revolution,
pacified by the flashes from the bookshelf.
Red and white,
so dead and worn.
Only intolerance smiles happily,
but I will die for my,
wake up to dynamite.
Freedom of speech till their ignorance bleeds away.
Cause they have waved the flag for far too long,
taken my flag and forgotten everything it stood for.
Fuck all of them, I’ll take my flag back.
Feeling the pride burn from my insides.
I will wave my flag.
Now it’s half up, my flag, I’m taking my flag back.
"Denmark, Denmark. Long live Denmark. Hurray!"