A day called zero is the day we'll all relax Mountains will tumble with a long and heavy thump Dust spreads on the sky, so the sun will grow pale Oil
Hún á heima í húsinu þarna þar heim fyrir utan Grabblar í mold með fingrunum Og munninum, hú
Meat, blood, blood Sweat, sweat, meat, meat Close the door Shouldn't burn yet The wires get hotter Palms are glowing This is hot meat This is metallic
She lives in this House over there Has her world outside it Grapples in the earth With her fingers and her mouth She's five years old Thread worms on
Björk I admit I like you for your brains But you won't try, there is no fun in it You know what life is all about But haven't got guts to enjoy it
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen Friday night and the lights are low
Hee how Hee how Hee how One person calls someone To pour the water 'Cause it takes two to pour the water To plough takes two as well But only one to
Plastic Nylon Terylene Made of atoms by tender fingers And determined heads Of inventors tickling Perfection Plastic Rayon I was born aeon's ago Before
Einar Last night, I woke up, Björk I'm a t.v. Einar Last night a good dream woke me up Einar I was entertained and smiled Jumped straight out
Bow-wow Chi-hua-hua-hua-hua-hua Dog, bad dog, bad dog, best dog Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow Chi-hua-hua-hua-hua-hua It were aliens who started this green popularity
Limousines, oranges Stars, moons, submarines Jeeps, glaciers Cars, caterpillars, even grapes It's none of my business But you have to eat Your appetite
Cowboy, cowboy, in the big town I?m a cowboy in the big town, I?m looking for my pony A mans best friend is his pony I'm, I?m a cowboy, I'm cowboy I
Deus does not exit But if he does, he lives up above me In the fattest largest cloud up there He's whiter than white and cleaner than clean He wants to
A divorced lady arrives home from a bar Guess, guess what she sees, sees there There's a naked person in my flat He's got a weird expression on his face
Björk A divorced lady arrives home from a bar Guess, guess what she sees, sees there There is a naked person in my flat! He's got a weird expression
Gold, finger itches Gold, in the hand Gold, you have to have Gold, all for yourself Gold, full train of it Gold, rob the train Gold, murder in the train
I close the door (I close the door) I shouldn't burn yet (No it won't) But the wires get hotter (It's sure to get hotter) My palms are glowing (My palms
My blood flows in me, my red juice in my veins My blood travels fast, my blood rushes through me When I need you, my blood flows faster My veins turn
