Djehuti
2nd January 2005, 08:25
One of the few songs by one of my favorite artists (Björn Afzelius) thats is avaiable in english:
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Nothing personal
Those that loose their bearing and go against the swell
and steel to afford some living, they end up in a cell
and if you're claustrophobic, the screws will give you hell
their orders are explicit, they're trained to see it through
they know a bit of judo when the straight-jacket is due
and there are always the injections, especially for you
Ju-just doing their job
it's really nothing personal
all the time
you hear the same excuses
A new bunch's leaving school now, to a future on the dole
machines are taking over, the wheels have got to roll
they see their money disappear but they don't see where it goes
they'll go running from their boredom to a junky paradise
hanging round the corners getting collared once or twice
by hopeless nervous coppers, with fear in their eyes
Ju-just doing their job
it's really nothing personal
all the time
you hear the same excuses
In the cold suburban slums where the concrete make you numb
the doorchains all bear witness of your loneliness
there's really nowhere else to go
'cept that room right down the road
where jukeboxes and flippers buy our sanity
The lawbook's getting fatter for to hide our misery
it's a measurement of justice very plain to see
justice like in Paris in the days before the rain
when the flicks jailed everybody sleeping by the Seine
Well if you think you make it better with pills and loving care
then you're acting like the ostrich when it throws a scare
but while your head is in the sand, your arse's still in the air
Ju-just doing their job
it's really nothing personal
all the time
you hear the excuses
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Nothing personal
Those that loose their bearing and go against the swell
and steel to afford some living, they end up in a cell
and if you're claustrophobic, the screws will give you hell
their orders are explicit, they're trained to see it through
they know a bit of judo when the straight-jacket is due
and there are always the injections, especially for you
Ju-just doing their job
it's really nothing personal
all the time
you hear the same excuses
A new bunch's leaving school now, to a future on the dole
machines are taking over, the wheels have got to roll
they see their money disappear but they don't see where it goes
they'll go running from their boredom to a junky paradise
hanging round the corners getting collared once or twice
by hopeless nervous coppers, with fear in their eyes
Ju-just doing their job
it's really nothing personal
all the time
you hear the same excuses
In the cold suburban slums where the concrete make you numb
the doorchains all bear witness of your loneliness
there's really nowhere else to go
'cept that room right down the road
where jukeboxes and flippers buy our sanity
The lawbook's getting fatter for to hide our misery
it's a measurement of justice very plain to see
justice like in Paris in the days before the rain
when the flicks jailed everybody sleeping by the Seine
Well if you think you make it better with pills and loving care
then you're acting like the ostrich when it throws a scare
but while your head is in the sand, your arse's still in the air
Ju-just doing their job
it's really nothing personal
all the time
you hear the excuses