Schnötz
Words & music: Stine Kongsted 2002

He took a last glance in the mirror
Washed his hands and a calm through the hair
Oh yeah… he looked good
Very nice suit, but he almost couldn't move
And his cold sweat was killing him slow
Oh no, there he goes

And he watch the great men
With their fancy looks and chicks
All the time afraid his personality would switch

He would spit in someone's face
Call the dinner a disgrace
Then go tango someone's wife
Into the night

And he wanted so to change
And he wanted to create
And he wanted so to fly
Now he only wants to die

He was so afraid
He would go spit in someone's face
call the dinner a disgrace
then go tango someone's wife, oh
into the night… into the night

And he wanted so to change
And he wanted to create
And he wanted so to fly
Now he only wants to die