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All right - stop! Shut your trap and listen / DonMartin is back with a brand
new injection / of something, take control of all sound, we / rock -
Alarmclock - ring'a tick set your mind free / We just won´t stop even for
the break of dawn / We're grassroot, won't quit growing no matter how you
mow your lawn / We got cuts and songs for what.s going on / or what's going
wrong in this world of bombs / We bring better schemes than Italian ice
cream / We're simply a team that argue for nice things / The no-amok hiphop
from the land of the Vikings / still ruled by the berserks, so as I'm
writing I'm / under pressure - though we come from a land of snow / we.ve
past the point of boiling and the measure.s about to blow / So this is my
Hello, from Oslo with love; / it's a cold world so mind what your thinking
of
Catch those silerating sparks much resembling foreplay / with a mild sweet
aftertaste of lemon sorbet / Form the chilling hillside woods of eastern
Norway /
comes a writer, activist and incurable gourmet /
I eat ice cream while mad marines / blow up foreign countries to smitherines
/ It.s obscene, so I plot an scheme / to put sticks in the wheels of their
machine / This whole society is giving me cold feet / allergic to your way
of thinking and so I sneeze / I got a runny nose and my ears are frozen /
from dealing with droids whose heads are broken / But so is life, c'est la
vie, qu'est-que c'est, / S'il vous plaît, voulez vous, ta gueule! Kourtrajmé
/ "Hell" is ancient Norwegian and it means freezing / It's a cold day, you
can bet I'm leaving
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