Balladen Om Konsekvenser

In a women's prison it's damp and cold for a lady serving her sentence
For the years that have passed, a series of serious crimes and consequences of her physical strength
Provocative behaviors, a villain behind innocent smiles
A girl so lovely, convicted of violence against a man in service, a collection of animals that seem illegal
and a suspected large capital

She cries every night locked in a cell and her red braids start to turn gray
She was only eleven years old when she committed her crimes and now she's soon turning fifty-two
Ah careless behaviors punish themselves in every way, a girl so innocent now behind
bars and locks, and Tommy and Anika's good helpfulness has been classified as complicity

That the girl is guilty can never be changed
For the law is the law, it can never be changed
And crime is crime, it can never be changed
But the girl, she has dreams, that can be changed

On a park bench in town, drunk as hell, there sits a man taking a swig
He's alone, reeking, burnt out, and broke, and he had to haggle for a cheap beer at the store
When he was young, he ran away from the orphanage and hung out with some drunks from the A-team
He seemed so nice even though he was drunk and criminal, and now the boy has to live on water and bread in
Paradise Oskar is dead, actually

His own fault, that can never be changed
For crime is crime, it can never be changed
And paragraphs can never be changed
But the boy has dreams, that can be changed

In a gloomy room at a women's hospital, a woman lies on a stretcher
She just got her pill for her strange way of starting to scream as soon as spring arrives
Hallucinations from the past, she thinks she's seen birds with faces
and her only friend she'll never see again because he defied the bans and his own
knowledge and he fell into a hellish gap

That the girl is crazy, that can never be changed
For psychoanalysis, that can never be changed
And treatment methods, that can never be changed
But the girl had dreams, and that could certainly be changed

Oh, the last verse about Knight Kato

In an armchair on TV three sits a self-righteous emcee indoctrinating our taste
With a heart of stone and an iron claw, he pretends to be a lord who can take it from behind
He so desperately wants to control our behavior with his high position and
high reputation
He wants to kill our woes with sour and shitty morals, yes, Knight Kato
erases every trace of confusion
until we live in our own detergent package

That Kato is crazy, that can never be changed
His mother was a rock, you can bet on it
And Kato is hysterical, that can never be changed
But that Kato has power, well, that's something we damn well can change