Lyrics of Det Go'e - Suspekt

Det Go'e (original)

Jeg vil ikk' leve for evigt
Jeg vil gern' lære at flyve
Og mødes med de folk, vi misted'
Må man ha' weed med i det evige liv?
Jeg vil ikk' leve for evigt
Jeg vil gern' lære at flyve
Når jeg ska' videre til den anden ban'
Må man ha' weed med i det evige liv?
De saluterer kongen, smider den ned i frimærket
Stikker dybt i dybden, styrtbløder helt ubemærket
For den kvarte var ikk' alt for meget
Og desperate tanker i flyet, intet svar
Planlægger fuldbyrdet overgreb på minibaren
Smeltende ansigters larm flyder ind i stewardessens velformede barm
Mens sikkerhedsseler skeler til min sidemands inkompetente viden
Om udenomjordiske hyperintelligente væsener
Hele maskinens korpus hvæser af mig, mens nødder knaser i mit kranie
Mit selvbevidsthedsakvarie
Hvor alting svømmer rundt, flyder i en rasende fart
Der kun gi’r lov til pit stops, når virkeligheden en gang i mellem rammer mig
Når pipetten drypper og tungen ru, smelter lunger, og smiler til din' unger
I en tung tåge, der spejler, når alting funkler
Fuldt pacificeret i sæddet, glider jeg det længere ned
Skider i min' bukser, stråler af glæde
Jeg vil ikk' leve for evigt
Jeg vil gern' lære at flyve
Og mødes med de folk, vi misted'
Må man ha' weed med i det evige liv?
Jeg vil ikk' leve for evigt
Jeg vil gern' lære at flyve
Når jeg ska' videre til den anden ban'
Må man ha' weed med i det evige liv?
Fordi vi ruller ned ad boulevarden, tjekker kvinder, spiller smart
(Ruller ned ad boulevarden, tjekker kvinder, spiller smart)
Ruller ned ad boulevarden, tjekker kvinder, spiller smart
Ha-har det så'n lidt, om der er weed, når jeg ska' væk herfra
Drømmer om et samleje ligesom al' andre drenge
Vi' helt i hegnet, du ka' få et lift — ska' vi samme vej?
Jeg' i min tank top-top, samler damer op
Ryger på lidt dansk pot, alt er godt
Solskin i posen, har købt det hel' foran Brugsen
Jeg' ikk' typ' med psykosen, nej, jeg blev født med diagnosen
Der' utæt i trussen, kalder det ugler i mosen
De kællinger falder som kugler i posen
Fuck det, vi knalder, så dulmer vi rusen
Det ka' godt vær', at min hals den er lidt rødlig
Men jeg ka' ikk' se noget galt i en flask' rødvin
Er du rundbarberet på fisseletten?
Så la' med se dig bop' med den
Og stik en lillefinger op i koteletten
Underhold hele folket med den, tak
Jeg vil ikk' leve for evigt
Jeg vil gern' lære at flyve
Og mødes med de folk, vi misted'
Må man ha' weed med i det evige liv?
Jeg vil ikk' leve for evigt
Jeg vil gern' lære at flyve
Når jeg ska' videre til den anden ban'
Må man ha' weed med i det evige liv?

(translation)

I do not want to live forever
I would like to learn to fly
And meet the people we lost '
Do we have to bring weed into eternal life?
I do not want to live forever
I would like to learn to fly
When I'm going 'to the other ban'
Do we have to bring weed into eternal life?
They salute the king, throw it into the stamp
Stinging deep in the depths, bleeding completely unnoticed
For the quarter was not too much
And desperate thoughts in the plane, no answer
Planning a completed assault on the minibar
The noise of melting faces flows into the shapely bosom of the stewardess
While seat belts squint at my sidekick's incompetent knowledge
About extraterrestrial hyperintelligent beings
The entire body of the machine hisses at me while nuts crunch in my skull
My self-awareness aquarium
Where everything swims around, floating at a furious speed
Pit stops are only allowed when reality hits me once in a while
When the pipette drips and the tongue rough, the lungs melt, and smile at your 'kids
In a heavy fog that mirrors when everything sparkles
Fully pacified in the semen, I slide it further down
Shit in my 'pants, rays of joy
I do not want to live forever
I would like to learn to fly
And meet the people we lost '
Do we have to bring weed into eternal life?
I do not want to live forever
I would like to learn to fly
When I'm going 'to the other ban'
Do we have to bring weed into eternal life?
Because we roll down the boulevard, check on women, play smart
(Rolls down the boulevard, checks women, plays smart)
Rolls down the boulevard, checks women, plays smart
Ha-does it matter a bit if there is weed when I'm going away from here
Dreams of intercourse like all other boys
We're right in the fence, you can get a lift - are we going the same way?
I 'in my tank top-top, picking up ladies
Smokes on a little Danish pot, everything is good
Sunshine in the bag, have bought it all 'in front of Brugsen
I 'not' type 'with the psychosis, no, I was born with the diagnosis
There 'leaks in the panties, it calls owls in the bog
Those bitches fall like bullets into the bag
Fuck it, we bang, then we soothe the intoxication
It may 'be good' that my throat it is a little reddish
But I can not see anything wrong in a bottle of red wine
Are you shaved round on the pussy?
So let's see you bop 'with it
And stick a little finger up in the chop
Entertain all the people with it, please
I do not want to live forever
I would like to learn to fly
And meet the people we lost '
Do we have to bring weed into eternal life?
I do not want to live forever
I would like to learn to fly
When I'm going 'to the other ban'
Do we have to bring weed into eternal life?