Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Automatpilot, artist - Pede B. Album song Gin & Cocio, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2016
Record label: Playground Music Scandinavia
Song language: Danish
Automatpilot(original) |
Jeg kendte engang en ubehagelig mand |
Der var soldat i Afghanistan |
Han sagde til mig at det allermest tough ved det |
Var de brugte de samme toiletter som på Roskilde |
Men selv tanken om at skide i en krigszone |
Stegt i dit eget fedt som popcorn i mikroen |
Det virker lokkende, jo den er sku go' nok |
For alt er et niveau op, fra det her telefonjob |
Undskyld jeg' så ligefrem, mit navn er William |
Ved siden af jobbet, der har jeg et studie fyldt med isenkram |
Min ven Jimmy og jeg, er lidt i gang med' indspil' sang' |
I håbet om at kunne komme lidt frem en gang |
Så 37 timer om ugen er jeg bænket her |
Så jeg de sidste 131 os' kan eksister' |
De kalder det mange ting, den her forretning |
Jeg kalder det for helvede, de kalder det for telemarketing |
Min lærer sagde der skal være penge til aftensmad |
Og så endte jeg som frivillig tilfangetaget |
Spørger mig selv er jeg er total idiot |
Når halvdelen af mit liv det leves på automatpilot |
Min mor sagde få et job, så har du brød på bordet |
Men det var før det hele løb af sporet |
Spørger mig selv er jeg er total idiot |
Når halvdelen af mit liv det leves på automatpilot |
Og kort fortalt er det kun de mest ensomme |
Mennesker i verden der synes tilbuddene er tillokkende |
De resterende 99,9 procent |
Lægger røret på eller kalder mig noget virkelig slemt |
Det fredag og der' 30 minutters tid |
Til min dag er ovre og jeg kan stemple ud og skrid' |
Skulle min chef prøve at holde mig her burde guderne vide |
Han ligeså godt ku slå sig selv ned og ringe til politiet |
For der' kun to ting der holder mig i mit gode skind |
Og gør jeg ikke løber mod vinduet og laver hovedspring |
Det ene er weekend, det andet er lidt flirteri |
Jeg kører med en køn pige, der gir' jobbet lidt krydderi |
Hun hedder Ella og hendes humør er ret tør' |
Plus jeg tror, hun hader jobbet ligeså meget som jeg gør |
Skal heldigvis ikke løfte røret mange gange før |
At jeg kan pak' mit lort og smut' ud af kontorets bagdør |
Min lærer sagde der skal være penge til aftensmad |
Og så endte jeg som frivillig tilfangetaget |
Spørger mig selv er jeg er total idiot |
Når halvdelen af mit liv det leves på automatpilot |
Min mor sagde få et job, så har du brød på bordet |
Men det var før det hele løb af sporet |
Spørger mig selv er jeg er total idiot |
Når halvdelen af mit liv det leves på automatpilot |
Telefonen ringer op, jeg skruer ned for mit headset |
Objektivt set burde jobbet jo pænt let |
Kigger på mit manus, rømmer halsen forbereder stemmen |
Da en stakkels kvinde siger «hello» i den anden anden |
God dag og tillykke frue jeg ringer fra Telekom |
Mig og mine kollegaer er sammen blevet enig' om |
Du får et særligt tilbud hvor det er dumt at sige nej |
En bog hver måned leveret direkte til din villavej |
Og prisen, den er ligeså sej, hun afbryder min salgstale |
Med «do you speak english», og jeg har lyst til at springe ud fra anden sal |
Well I have these books and me and my colleagues |
Have all agreed that you can have them for a very flot pris |
Hun svarer «Are they in english» og jeg svarer not really |
Og den stilhed der følger den er bare så pinlig |
Nogen der vil sige mig hvorfor livet bare glider forbi mig |
Men om et par timer er der piger der smiler og promiller |
Min lærer sagde der skal være penge til aftensmad |
Og så endte jeg som frivillig tilfangetaget |
Spørger mig selv er jeg er total idiot |
Når halvdelen af mit liv det leves på automatpilot |
Min mor sagde få et job, så har du brød på bordet |
Men det var før det hele løb af sporet |
Spørger mig selv er jeg er total idiot |
Når halvdelen af mit liv det leves på automatpilot |
Snak der leder videre til næste nummer |
(translation) |
I once knew an unpleasant man |
There was a soldier in Afghanistan |
He told me that it's the toughest thing about it |
Were they using the same toilets as at Roskilde |
But even the idea of fucking in a war zone |
Fried in your own fat like popcorn in the microwave |
It seems enticing, since it's sku go 'enough |
For everything is a level up, from this phone job |
I'm so sorry, my name is William |
Next to the job there, I have a studio full of hardware |
My friend Jimmy and I, are a bit in the process of 'recording' song ' |
Hoping to be able to come forward a little someday |
So 37 hours a week I'm benched here |
So I the last 131 us 'can exist' |
They call it many things, this business |
I call it hell, they call it telemarketing |
My teacher said there must be money for dinner |
And then I ended up as a volunteer captured |
Asking myself is I am a total idiot |
When half of my life it is lived on autopilot |
My mom said get a job, then you have bread on the table |
But that was before it all ran off the track |
Asking myself is I am a total idiot |
When half of my life it is lived on autopilot |
And in short, it is only the most lonely |
People in the world who find the offers attractive |
The remaining 99.9 percent |
Puts the phone on or calls me something really bad |
That Friday and there '30 minutes time |
Until my day is over and I can stamp out and slip ' |
Should my boss try to keep me here, the gods should know |
He might as well knock himself down and call the police |
Because there're only two things that keep me in my good skin |
And I do not run towards the window and make head jumps |
One is weekend, the other is a bit of flirting |
I run with a pretty girl who 'gives the job a little spice |
Her name is Ella and her mood is quite dry ' |
Plus I think she hates the job as much as I do |
Luckily do not have to lift the pipe many times before |
That I can unpack 'my shit and slip' out the back door of the office |
My teacher said there must be money for dinner |
And then I ended up as a volunteer captured |
Asking myself is I am a total idiot |
When half of my life it is lived on autopilot |
My mom said get a job, then you have bread on the table |
But that was before it all ran off the track |
Asking myself is I am a total idiot |
When half of my life it is lived on autopilot |
The phone rings, I turn down my headset |
Objectively speaking, the job should be pretty easy |
Looking at my script, escaping the throat prepares the voice |
When one poor woman says «hello» in the other |
Good day and congratulations madam I call from Telekom |
Me and my colleagues have agreed together |
You get a special offer where it is stupid to say no |
A book every month delivered directly to your residential street |
And the price, it's just as cool, she interrupts my sales talk |
With «do you speak english», and I feel like jumping out of the second floor |
Well I have these books and me and my colleagues |
Have all agreed that you can have them for a very nice price |
She answers «Are they in english» and I do not really answer |
And the silence that accompanies it is just so embarrassing |
Someone who will tell me why life just slips past me |
But in a few hours, there will be girls smiling and promille |
My teacher said there must be money for dinner |
And then I ended up as a volunteer captured |
Asking myself is I am a total idiot |
When half of my life it is lived on autopilot |
My mom said get a job, then you have bread on the table |
But that was before it all ran off the track |
Asking myself is I am a total idiot |
When half of my life it is lived on autopilot |
Talk that leads to the next issue |