Song: Saiha Pihl Oppja - Lyric: Saiha Pihl Oppja
Copyright 2004-2008 © Funkevital

Know i ain't wrong, and still i ain't alright
And if we had lived through a doom, he already had arrived
This is a silent revolution against the unknowned
Like a comet, or like the earth's getting moonstoned
I ain't the alright, but i ain't the all wrong
I'm just the right writer who can write the right song....
He passed the line like something's undone
And told me: "You'll write songs all night long"
- Still i ain't write or wrong!

Muddling along in offering them bells and cheese
And she's on the formers yoke parties
Allice freezing tonight for some heated shoes
And there's someone's singing i got two
Ah! For this is the sentence on my mind:
"Can i offer you some glasses of wine?
Have some white candles in my pocket to fire,
but there's nowhere we can take hire"
- Still i ain't write or wrong!

God is all over the place, and i am never alone
And i rewrote the rewroter to get them all to come home
While the pope's in the pavement, begging thirsty for food
And trading shoes is all what we needed, and could
Pope Jeha! Changing my name with a P.
Feeling You're hungry for Eastern, and need to pee...
I'm going to get me a piece of good love
Or let a half crazy man talk to a dove
- I've rewrote the songs, to get it all wrong!

And the cannons thunders like a reminder of the doom
While people wake up, and see the same old room
I'm going to be a pa, when i don't have to work
And in the wedding, i don't need to buy any fork
I am going to buy back the Vatican, cause it's my name
And i aint going to make it look everything's the same
It was fun printing up the money, and to count 'em all
And to heare the Vatican is for sale, it was fun getting that call!
- I've rewrote the songs, to get it all wrong!