On a womensinstitution it is damp and cold
to a lady that serves her prison sentence
to the years that has gone a serie of heavy crimes
and consequences of her physical power
offensive behaviour a crook behind
innocent smiles
a girl so pretty convicted for violence against civil servant
a collection of animal that seems to be illegal
and a suspicious big capital
She cries every night shut in a cell and
her red plaits starting to be coloured grey
she was only eleven years old when she commited her crimes
and now she's about to be 52
oh reckless behaviours punishes itself in all
cases a girl so devout now under
lock and key and Tommy and Annikas good helpfulness
has been classified as accessoriness
That the girl is gulity you can never change
because law is law and you can never change that
and crime is crime and you can never change that
But the girl, has dreams, you can change that
On a parkbench in the city drunk as devil himself
there a man is sitting and taking a swig
He is alone because of his stink and is burnt out and broke
and he had to bargain for a medium strenght beer in the store.
When he was young he ran away from the orphanage and
went out with some drunk from the A-team
that seemed so nice though he was drunk and criminal
and the boy must now live on water and bread and
Paradise Oskar is actually dead
His own fault, that you can never change
because crime is crime that you can never change
and pharagraphs you can never change
But the boy has dreams, that you can change
oh in a gloomy hall on a womenshospital is a
woman lying on a stretcher
She has just had her pill for her strange way
of starting screaming as soon as it gets spring
hallucinations in prehistoric times she thinks she has seen
birds with faces
and her only friend she will never see again because he
defied the bans and his own
preknowledge and fell down in a gap of hell
that the girl is crazy you can never change
because psychoanalysises you can never change
and ways of treatment you can never change
But the girl had dreams and that you certainly can change
and the last vers is about Kato the knight
In an armchair on channel 3 sits a smug conferencié
and indoctrinates our taste
with a heart of stone and an ironclaw he seems
to be a lord that can take himself in the backside
He wants so much controle our behaviour with his high
position and high standing
he wants to kill our anguish with sharp words and crap moral, yeah
Kato the knight erase every single track of lostness
until we live in each detergentpackage
That Kato is crazy you can never change
his mother was a rock you can be sure of that
and Kato is hysterichal that you can never change
But that Kato has the power yeah that we can ****ing change