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The initial wild days
they were something quite unique,
people walked around naked and singing
'You cannot kill us'.
But then it became *** cold
and some learned to weld
they turned old iron into stoves and fireplaces.
There were cowboys and indians
there were morons and professionals,
there was plain cloth cops astray,
there was fighters and there were backers,
Santa Clauses and NATO army
and hippie chicks on barefoot toes,
The Old Guard
wearing the emperor's new clothes.
Mobsters and acid wrecks
and holy men
and police and police and police again and again.
Half bald hippies with ponytail comb backs,
demented oracles that no one understands,
ardent enthusiasts and militant motorists
faded flower children and enabled activists.
Hippie town, yes it lives
For better or for worse
senseless drunks
milling senslessly about
responsible contractors
and self-taught specialists,
hand in hand with bogged down Maoists,
philosophical anarchists
and gangsters, acid wrecks,
holy men
and police and police and police again and again.
And hippie town, yes it sleeps soundly in society's embrace,
A minority negotiates in the name of the community,
cooperative politicians manage everyone's best interests,
while the silent majority sell out of community heritage.
There's slandering and *** licking and mudslinging and denigrating,
six hundred bottoms all wanting to be wiped.
Buzz saw elbows will gain an edge,
why dose reality always have to be so nasty.
Mobsters and acid wrecks, holy men
and police and police and police again and again
Christiania was a thorn in the side, the free town should be eliminated.
So parliament decided: Christianites must be 'normalized',
because it was a scandal, it was the pure anarchy.
It has no place in our democracy,
they refuse to stay on the beat, do not follow tune,
these criminal scrounges, they made a mockery of ordinary people.
But we actually we already won,
'cause they are playing our game
and they play by our rules, rules we change at will.
Mobsters and acid wrecks, holy men
and police and police and police again and again and again and...