Words written as I listen - first take.......vennligst kom med korigeringer/forslag.

One great poison day i was standing in the corner of the land of mama.
It was on that day when the chinese spaceship was supposed to pass through
I tried to find the sky - but all I found was fumes and gas and poison glue
But what else should Ive expected. I was born in the (furnace) -
Starnge isnt it. Be born and killed at the same moment.

Then all of a sudden - a chupsy little man with a round smooth black face come up to me and said "You know one thing my brother - even a (sparrow) has its nest - but there is no place - no place for me to rest"

Before I could ask him his name, he laughed and said "Take it easy my friend - Im not the same, many call me insane, for you see I have no game(gain), but I can see all you wanna know is my name" Well let me just say I know who you are - but you still dont know my name.

It was then I saw the ligths moving through the madness - but it was no spaceship - only a nia scheme telleing me to go out and buy - but i rather get high, so I looked at my friend an asked him again " Who are you and who am I - You he said " Our dream searching for reality. And I am reality searching for a dream - though my brother call me Francis, the unpaid clown.

Then he took me by the hand and said " See look over tehre, the people walk...walking in the dampness of illusion...fear shadows them everywhere...now theyve comed lost...lost in the shadows....

Deciding over free church ceromonys - rest the voucher. But he is only an agent whos been sent to suffer the souls of the suckers - look at the threat - (mammath) is worshipped - his temples fallen monuments....wait.....hit me out...commit me my magnified (jurbainba) by yours.....ah but only a real fool will expect mercy and understanding from his tormenters......yes Im a fool...but I am no fool....let by diddys and dawn in shame....the joker....the joker will laugh even in this wilderness

Look at his monuments...there is no time for idol (idle) speculations.....the church and the crackers...the powers of the medals and are now readying themselves for the spectale of the slaught......the politician lie the Pope cry....magnet die...the kick wheels....I was only following orders.....on the prosecuters side

Paowh! Now its time my shadow mind - for us to get on out of here...aah concrete...the autoficial freaks...dance on these dead (slides)....gonna burn and singing the furnice ()...