[First verse:(wordsworth)]   Someday U say, U hate music   Someday U say, Y love it.   Like on guy i saw.   He didn't stand this noisy thing at all.   He just wanted to listen to Whitney Houston all the time   And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U lose your energy.   Why don't U wanna try something different,   instead of that entertaining muzak,   blow your ears sometime.   It helps U a lot.   It opens your mind, to a new dimension.   U'll find a new side in U.   And above all,   your ears are constantly receiving noise anyway,   all the time.   U'll never stay in silence, anyway.   If U want some noise,   let's make real one,   and when U want some silence,   U can enjoy it by listening to an empty cassette,   for starters. Music exits for totally different moods,   and after all, it's all the same      [CHORUS:]   HC vispila!   HC vispila!   HC vispila!   Tahdomme LIHAA!      [Second verse:]   Once I started to talk to you, don't wanna stop at all.   Now I'm sitting in a van, on the backseat, riding this bullshit.   Coming back from the First   Official European Tour. There's   Stockholm, outside the window,   old buildigs, King's   Court, nice place! My head is on a   melody hill, but my feet are   constantly waiting to continue   further. Okay, that's it.   Next verse I'm gonna sing, is going   to be written somewhere else, in a   totally different mood, in a totally   different atmosphere.      [CHORUS]      [Third verse:]   A man with a .38 in his hand   what does he look a like? A man in   suit and a tight tie ora hippie-   looking junkie? Shock   the monkey, no, shot the monkey.   I feel I have to fill this page with a   nonsense-kind of fow, 'cause my   mind is so   fucking stupid. It can't give   anykinda sign of anykinda   creativeness. I'm just lying, like   cows on a field. Now I stop.   This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes,   I'll turn into chorus. But please,   don't forget me...      [CHORUS]