Om jeg lever kveg (Original English version)

If I Am Still Alive:

Lyrics: Atkin

The plague won’t have a chance to kill me
I can do that on my own
The plague won’t have a chance to kill me
Let me reap what I have sown

Everybody must die sometime
There are many different ways
Fighting? Drinking? Whoring? Sinning?
They all just get the plague these days

People fall down in the gutter
Puking, twitching, on the floor
I do that without the sickness
After twenty ales or more

The plague won’t have a chance to kill me
Not when I have such a thirst
The plague won’t have a chance to kill me
If the girls can take me first

Everybody’s days are numbered
How would you most like to go?
Kicking? Screaming? Crying? Grinning?
You’ll probably get the plague, you know?

Feel the boils and feel the itching
You can tell them by the sores
But I’ve had that without the sickness
After all them dirty whores!

Let’s not wait to see the symptoms
Come my friends, come gather round
Lets kill ourselves with bad intentions
Bring me all the whores in town!

Let’s not wait to meet the reaper
Or to hear the coughing sounds
Lets kill ourselves by our invention
Bring me every ale in town!