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Don't Get Caught 3:240:00/3:24

Don't Get Caught
Dr. Inni
One o’clock day or night, sun is bright
Your little brother kept us up all night
We had it all so we wanted more
We hadn’t slept, went to the liquor store
What do I above all desire?
What am I thinking dancing on a wire?
Are any fucks worth giving?
Some call it problems, I call it living
Risky, but no russian roulette
Feeling lucky, I bet
Gambling, I go all in every time
If you don’t get caught it’s not a crime
Don’t know if I need a doctor or a lawyer
Phone rings, wake up, it’s my employer
He says: Don’t bother showing up tomorrow
Took it on the chin with a grin and I said to him, “A life off brings me no sorrow!”
Risky, but no Russian roulette
Feeling lucky, I bet
Gambling, I go all in every time
If you don’t get caught it’s not a crime
I’ve got four aces, high or low?
They’re bright in the light at the bar, see'em glow
Trip and fall, brake my skull
At least my life wasn’t dull
Risky, but no russian roulette
Feeling lucky, I bet
Gambling, I go all in every time
If you don’t get caught it’s not a crime

The Virus Song
I was supposed to be far away by now
Stuck here, but I know one day I’ll go somehow
Planes will fly, ships will sail again
But what will we have gone through by then?
Some are dying, more are crying
I hope you’ll make it through
I wonder if, the future fits
the past’s shoes
I ain’t much for hugs and kisses
But you’d be surprised by what one misses
You always crave what you can’t get
If only we knew last time that we met
I hope I’ll see you all again before the fall
One thing you should know, I miss you all
I’ve had tendencies to isolate before
Now those tendencies have become a chore
The silence screams louder every day
So numb, have nothing to say
Some are dying, more are crying
I hope you’ll make it through
I wonder if, the future fits
the past’s shoes
I ain’t much for hugs and kisses
But you’d be surprised by what one misses
You always crave what you can’t get
If only we knew last time that we met
I hope I’ll see you all again before the fall
One thing you should know, I miss you all

Aðskot í hausinn
Dr. Inni
Dagar líða hægt, vikur hratt
Annars hugar hef æskuna kvatt
Lífshlaup dauðinn læðist
Sprettar, ég mæðist
Renn niður hála brekkuna
Eitt feilspor, fer í götuna
Sparkar í mig liggjandi
Á kviksyndi er ég byggjandi
Andskotans aðskotahlutur
stari í hyldýpið niðurlútur
Störukeppni
Með smá heppni
lítur það undan fyrst
áður en í huga mínum hefur fryst
Þér að segja
Þarf að þegja
Reynir að rétta hjálparhönd
Ég er grafinn í fönn
Flý frá fælni
fyrir rælni
Hrekk og stekk
Slepp með skrekk
Andskotans aðskotahlutur
stari í hyldýpið niðurlútur
Störukeppni
Með smá heppni
lítur það undan fyrst
áður en í huga mínum hefur fryst
Svarthol, svarthol
Vitstol, vitstol

Vor
Vatn rennur hulið klaka
Með hverju fótataki heyri blautan snjóin braka
Lít björtum augum á betri tíð
Eftir miðnætursólinni bíð
Snart nær sól inn í huga
Myrkrið mun hann ei lengur buga
Af árstíðum er vorið sú sem ég elska mest
ég græt ekki það þótt hækkandi sólin hafi sest
Vorið kemur, það kemur enn á ný
Í vetur hefði ég ekki trúað því
Vetur gefst upp, biður um vopnahlé
Set upp sólbirtugleraugu, ég sé
Hægt en stöðugt gróður grænkar
drungastundum smám saman fækkar
Vakna úr dvala fer úr hýði
forviða yfir að mér yfirhöfuð líði
Vorið kemur, það kemur enn á ný
Í vetur hefði ég ekki trúað því
Vetur gefst upp, biður um vopnahlé
Set upp sólbirtugleraugu, ég sé