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