Jack Parow - 'Die Vraagstuk Remix' , #9 Jack Parow

... to keep chasing this flame...

Don't ask the answer to this

We no longer have the energy.

(Ice-cold beer and a joint in my hand)

I want caffeine, I want nicotine, I want my steak cooked

I want a girl who'll wait for me to drunkenly leave the bar

I want a single, I want a double, I want a triple without having to ask

I want a wish-machine, so when I ask everything is there for me

I want girls withough high-heels, I want girls without make-up

I want girls that stay with me and always show it

I want real friends, friends that stand by me through everything

I want friends that always keep the same style

I want my jeans baggy, I want my hair colourful

I want a life without drugs because I know what happens

I want drunk inhibitions, I want outlook and a vision

I want fewer wannabes and more people with a mission

I want less MTV, I want people who delve into their psyche

I just want some fucking people who fucking think for themself

I want good waves, I want parties on the beach

I want an ice-cold beer and a joint in my hand

(joint in my hand)

(I want... parties)

(joint in my hand)

(ice-cold beers)

(joint in my hand)

(I want... parties)

(joint in my hand)

(ice-cold beers)

I want crucifixes, I want labels, I want angels, I want devils

I want people with knives, I want people with Bibles

I want people who love trip-hop, I want people who love trance

I want people who love hip-hop and waving their arms

I want poppies, I want gangsters, I want jocks, I want farmers

I want poeple who drink, throw up, and crawl along the floor

I want parties at "Evol", I want parties at the shack

I want parties at 'danskraal', I want parties at my flat

I want Hunters (beer), I want Castle (beer), I want port, I want wine

I want alcopops, I want bottles of brandy

I want water, I'm thirsty

I want chops, I want sausages

I want people that don't get upset when I get fucked up

I want love, I want hate

I'm happy, then I'm angry

I want people that stay round mine til it gets late

I want drinking games where nobody ever wins

I want a bar where I can drink where nobody knows me

(joint in my hand)

(I want... parties)

(joint in my hand)

(ice-cold beers)

(joint in m yhand)

(I want... parties)

(joint in my hand)

(ice-cold beers)

So who will stand with me in the cold morning frost?

Who will stand with me as the dark quietly creeps up on us?

Who will lie in my arms as the doves cry, as the sun comes up in search of fresh blood?

Because friends will remain friends, but you'll eventually be alone

when the thunder hits back, you'll be alone in the rain

When the floods come, alone you'll search for the bridge

I'll walk through dark streets in search of streetlights

The only light in the night is the fires of hell

The only friend that you have, it's long been that way

In the dark hours, the devil just pours another drink

Satan sits with his kids and watches the sun come up

When I'm in my last hours who will sit by my bed and pray for me?

Who through the grey mist will put flowers on my grave?

Ahhh, fuck it, I'm done worrying, If you want me, I'll be the guy with the moustache by the bar.