I'm not perfect, I have my weak sides   If I have a bad day, you'll have a lot to endure   You don't need to tell me, how I should live   That I need to go to church en where I should care about      I sometimes drink too much, then I don't know what I say   I talk to every girls and you can't get rid of me   With my big mouth I always say too much   Then I need to run for my life, and I'm screwed again      Wowowowow! This is me!   When I was a student, I always wanted to go home   Horst is just a rural village, but there's my home (*1)   Still I think so much to do, I can't stay here too long   I need to leave everything behind, let those 'knammels' rot away (*2)      I have time nothing and no one, my band is my life   Everytime I need to take and I can never give   And sure I want to study, but I'm too busy   I'll get herpes even when I'm only thinking about a job!      Farmervillage, farmerlanguage, farmerdick!   That's where I live, what I speak and how I feel      They laugh about my haircut: “When's the barber finishing that?”   “Get that ring out of your nose and get rid of that tattoo”   I laugh a little and think: “Just Drop deda!”   “Your shit isn't gold either, look in the toilet”      You need to take me as I am   I won't change myself, that's not going to happen   What you see is what you get, and that's, that's me!   Walk my own way until the day I choke      (* this whole song is in a dialect from the South of the Netherlands)   (*1 Horst is the village Marco Roelofs lives)   (*2 As this is not my dialect, I have no idea what 'knammels' are)