Afrikaans:
Jack Parow:
Hoekom is die lewe so fucked up. Nooit pond in my gatsak.
Altyd iemand se kak vat, as ek oor die fokken pad stap.
Te veel oorlog, te veel haat. Te min woorde, te veel praat.
Skiet eers voor jy vra. Geen action, teveel kla.
Op die voet deurdie stront. Vee die bloed uit my mond.
Geen fight vir wat ek glo, want wat ek glo is klaar verloor.
Dis verbied. Dis te erg. Veg verniet. Te veel kerk.
Myself al weer vererg. Maak my army reg vir veg.
Francois van Coke:
Daar is chaos buite.
Hoor dit deur ons sitkamerruite.
Kry duidelikheid deur ons tv-stelle.
Haatspraak en hofbevele.
Hoor ons chaos buite.
Oorals chaos buite.
Jack Parow:
Ek's op die rusbank voor die TV. Sing steeds dieselfde liedjie.
Daar's 'n donker wat ons vas vat. Swart as op ons waslap.
Geweerskot; jy's dood. Nog 'n lyk en 'n moord.
Waar ek stap en soek 'n broer, loop die bloed steeds voort.
Fokken veg vir verandering. Bring jou fokken manne in.
Laat onder behandeling. Los! Dis iemand anders s'n.
Klip gooi vir regte. Geveg vir gevegte.
Die regte gesegde's geheg aan gehegtes.
Francois van Coke:
Daar is chaos buite.
Hoor dit deur ons sitkamerruite.
Kry duidelikheid deur ons tv-stelle.
Haatspraak en hofbevele.
Hoor ons chaos buite.
Oorals chaos buite.
Jack Parow:
Woef! Woef! Die honde is hier. Kanonne gevuur.
Balonne gestuur. Die swart pionne van vuur.
Op soek na die punt van die draak se stert.
Bra, verwerp! Maak jou sterk. Verkeerd gemerk.
Op soek na die duister. Op soek na 'n fluister.
So sit saam en luister, bebloed julle vuiste.
Die donkerste wolk pak voor ons soos 'n golfslag.
Breindood van kopslag. Hardloop hier kom groot kak!
Francois van Coke:
Daar is chaos buite.
Hoor dit deur ons sitkamerruite.
Kry duidelikheid deur ons tv-stelle.
Haatspraak en hofbevele.
Hoor ons chaos buite.
Oorals chaos buite.
English:
Jack Parow:
Why is life so fucked up. Never in my back pocket pounds.
Anytime someone's take shit, as I am about the fucking way to go.
Too much war, too much hate. Too few words, too much talk.
Shoot first before you ask. No action, too much complaining.
At the foot by the shit. Wipe the blood from my mouth.
No fight for what I believe, because I believe is lost already.
It prohibited. It's too bad. Fighting in vain. Too many church.
Annoyed myself again. Does my army ready for battle.
Francois van Coke:
There is chaos outside.
Hear it through our sitkamerruite.
Clarify our TV sets.
Hate speech and court orders.
We heard chaos outside.
Equally well everywhere chaos outside.
Jack Parow:
I'm on the couch in front of the TV. Sing still the same song.
There's a dark we stuck vessel. Black as our cloth.
Gun Scotland; you're dead. Another corpse and a murder.
Where I step and find a brother, the blood still runs on.
Fucking fight for change. Bring your fucking men.
Let under treatment. Los! It's someone else's.
Stone's throw privileges. Fought battles.
The rights attached to saying's gehegtes.
Francois van Coke:
There is chaos outside.
Hear it through our sitkamerruite.
Clarify our TV sets.
Hate speech and court orders.
We heard chaos outside.
Equally well everywhere chaos outside.
Jack Parow:
Woof! Woof! The dogs are here. Cannons fired.
Balloons sent. The black pawns of fire.
Looking to the end of the dragon's tail.
Bra rejected! Make you strong. Marked wrong.
Looking into the dark. Looking for a whisper.
So sit down and listen, you bloody fists.
The darkest cloud pack us like a swell.
Brain Death of kopslag. Ends Here comes big shit!
Francois van Coke:
There is chaos outside.
Hear it through our sitkamerruite.
Clarify our TV sets.
Hate speech and court orders.
We heard chaos outside.
Equally well everywhere chaos outside.
