Jan Delay... Yeah... Jan Delay... Everything is over, everything is over, everthing is fucked up, man!
Everything is fucked up and finished
And everything you keep saying now
Is "I might have, would have, could have"
If I had for every "if I had"
Everytime gained only 50 cents
I would be a rich man
Who can afford to
Give no fuck about this shit, man
But now everthing is broken and everthing's faulty
Only ash and rubbish and bile and dirt
Yes man everthing is bust and everthing is gone
And I, I take no sip
I down it, cos
Everything is fucked up and finished
And everything you keep saying now
Is: "If I had I would I could"
At first it didn't matter, cos it
Always works out somehow
One never did something but
Now it is too late
The whole dream went up in smoke
The end. Over. For ever.
At least I can make some sense of it
Soap-bubbles leave ruins too
I scrape the rest off the wall
But don't say :"I regret it"
I'm at the start again
But I've got my mind clear for something new
Everything is fucked up and finished
And everything you keep saying now
Is: "If I had I would I could"
At first it didn't matter, cos it
Always works out somehow
One never did something but
Now it is too late