Come heretics, come sinners, with weaknesses and faults,
but as the only ones who dare to stand for what you are.
I confess to you tonight, I seek you.
I always want to dare to say what I see.
I am a man with flaws but I seek the truth.
And that's more than can be said about the hypocrites.
So when the bombs fall on the children of Palestine,
in the tent camps in southern Lebanon,
then I stand in the middle of the church and ask the hypocrites
who the Chosen Ones will burn next.
Come tell me something about the harlots that everyone tramples on,
but who only charge for what they give.
And what do you think of the moralists who scrimp with their virtue,
and themselves lay down for position and man'r?
Should the slut walk with her nose in the ground in her shame?
There are worse sluts than she knows.
Yes, a refined society lady is an expensive mug
before she expects a drone life in luxury.
And when the glow has died down, and the bazaars take over,
the breadwinner may go to the whore for a kiss.
Come see the journalists, the hostages of society;
Many of them squander their opportunity.
Yes, what do I get for the lecterns that stain the columns
with village gossip and other harmlessness?
Whose only ambitions are a byline and a salary
and a main table where The Beautiful People are
while others break their backs in search of truths
that scream kicking the crap out of a terrified editorial staff.
Yes, to the last ones I want to say, before the silence takes over:
We need people who understand their mission!
Come and see the old friends who have started to tackle
before the time's nagging about apoliticality
Yes, it is possible it is in now with hug pain kind words,
with softness and objectivity
But how should a tired miner invest in quality of life?
How should a single mother realize tough yourself?
No, politics is no fashion, no ball and trendy thing
For most of them it is a vital authority.
And those idiots who can treat themselves to bet på tough they themselves give damn to the rest of our humanity!
Come you who occupy factories and offices
when they tear the very bread from your hand.
And come you who dare to chain yourself along the railway tracks,
to stop the Homoslyrbesprutarna.
Come you who demonstrate for disarmament and peace.
Come, you who fight for the daycare places.
And come, you who have the strength to fight for those who will take over
at a time when you are afraid to have children.
Yes, to you I want to say:
This song is for you!
Because you are the only heroes we have!

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