Protskrog

Typed by: Paul Riekert / Morkhans
Translations by: Paul Riekert paul@battery9.co.za
Maintained by: Morkhans webmaster@battery9.co.za
Last Revision: 09/09/1998
Web: www.battery9.co.za
Text Version: Here

These are the official Protskrog lyrics.

  1. I'm Home
  2. Kom Hier
  3. Wees Bevrees
  4. Oil Slick Schizophrenic
  5. Oom Kosie
  6. Lucy From The Steakhouse In Delmas
  7. See You Later
  8. Villa Ding
  9. Stop Acting Weird
  10. Flight Of The Bungle Bee's Massive Stoned Cousin
  11. Tempo Hewig
  12. Heeere Kitty Kitty
  13. I'm Home (Fishwife Mix)


1. I'm Home

i see you're groping for the door
i see you're sliding on the floor
but it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy, i'm home

so why have you locked the door, my pretty
you knew it would be no use
did you really think that door would stop me
and stand up to the abuse?
'cause in a minute or two
i'll get my hand through
by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin

[wendy i'm home]

nice place we have here
i haven't been here for a while
and you don't need to worry, the other doors are safe
that back there was just not my style
but now i'm slightly perturbed
because you're hiding in the bathroom
and the slider says: do not disturb

[wendy]

i see you're groping for the door
i see you're sliding on the floor
but it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy, i'm home

it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy, i'm home

[muhahaha]
[wendy]

it's too late, wendy

it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy
it's too late, wendy, i'm home

[wendy i'm home]


2. Kom Hier

die skemer deursigtig met die donker medepligtig
wat my oë geleidelik toe-forseer
in my kop klop 'n hangover
'n bier sal dit wegtower en dit besweer
maar ek kan nie kan nie kan nie
langer so aangaan nie
want my liggaam en my brein en die son verstaan nie
met my rug teen die muur
hou ek aan bestuur
maar my oŽ in die spieŽl
spoeg vuur

kom hier kom hier kom hier

die son brand my oë
dis heeltemal te vroeg vir nog 'n bier
maar die sixpack skree:
kom hier! kom hier! kom hier!

kom hier!

ek sien hom te laat om te probeer
briek
sy lyf kraak dof en dit maak
my siek
toe ek sien hoe hy spat na die kant van
die pad
en ek kan sien sy lyf is nat
van die bloed wat gesmeer is oor
die bonnet van my kar
ek raak baie ongemaklik want sy oë
het verstar
in 'n waas in 'n waas soos 'n blinde haas

o my fok wat op aarde nou
wat de moer gaan ek sÍ vir sy kinders en sy vrou
wat sal ween sal praat en sal aanhou haat
en ek kyk oor my skouer want dis
dalk te laat
maar die vlakte gaap kaal asof
niks gebeur het
asof dit sÍ "so much vir jou groot probleem"

met hierdie nuwe insig klim ek terug in my kar
maar my hande bewe en ek is in die war
wat was sy naam? waar kom hy vandaan?
ek raak paranoid dat die kar sal gaan staan
en elke sekonde ry ek verder weg
en voel bekommerd en bedonnerd
selfs die bier smaak sleg

kom hier kom hier kom hier

die son brand my oë
dis heeltemal te vroeg vir nog 'n bier
maar die sixpack skree:
kom hier! kom hier! kom hier!

kom hier!
kom hier!
kom hier!

[om die volgende klompie maande motors teen 'n verwoede tempo te bou]

kom hier!
kom hier!
die sixpack skree: kom hier!

Come Here

the dawn translucent with the dark an accessory
forcing my eyes closed
in my head pulses a hangover
a beer will ease it make it disappear
but i just cannot
carry on like this
because my body and brain and the sun don't understand
with my back against the wall
i keep driving
but in the rear-view mirror my eyes
spit fire

come here come here come here

the sun burns my eyes
it is far too early for another beer
but the sixpack screams:
come here! come here! come here!

come here!

i don't notice him until it's too late
to brake
his body crunches dully and it
neuseates me
to see him splat to the side of
the road
and to see his body wet
with blood smeared over
the hood of the car
i get very uncomfortable with his eyes

in a haze like a blind rabbit

oh fuck what on earth now
what will i tell his wife and children

who will weep and talk and continue to hate
i look over my shoulder maybe it's already too late
but the valley yawns emptily as if nothing happened
as if it's saying: "so much for your huge problem"

with this new insight i get back into
my car
my hands are shaking and i'm disoriented
what was his name? where's he
from?
i get paranoid that the car might
stall
and every second i drive furher away
i feel worried and disgruntled
even the beer tastes bad

come here come here come here

the sun burns my eyes
it is far too early for another beer
but the sixpack screams:
come here! come here! come here!

come here!
come here!
come here!

[to over the next few months build
cars at a hectic tempo]

come here!
come here!
but the sixpack screams: come here!


3. Wees Bevrees

want hy's 'n koning, hy's 'n god
'n neanderthal-bullebak sonder 'n grot
en vroulief sharon privaat en
pregnant en kuis
masseer die buurman se nek
in 'n entertainment column by die huis

[wees bevrees]
wees bevrees
wees bevrees
[wees bevrees]

hy ry reg op my gat
met sy blitsende blou lig
en bulder "trek af!"
hy dwing my uit my kar uit
met oë vol verwyt
inspekteer die hele kar met 'n
"jammer meneer maar ek doen maar net my plig"

wees bevrees
want shane cronje [wees bevrees]
het 'n ystere wil [wees bevrees]
as sy sirene skree hou karre stil
[wees bevrees]

kalm bly, nou kalm bly
dit help nie om te jaag nie
ontspan net chill net en jy is vry
moenie nou iets waag nie
dit sal ure neem voor hulle hom kry
as die snaakse gevoel my net wil los
en dat dit my meer as die kar gaan kos

wees bevrees
wees bevrees [wees bevrees]
wees bevrees [wees bevrees]

wees bevrees
want shane cronje [wees bevrees]
het 'n ystere wil [wees bevrees]
as sy sirene skree hou karre stil
[wees bevrees]

wees bevrees [wees bevrees]
wees bevrees [wees bevrees]
wees bevrees [wees bevrees]
wees bevrees [wees bevrees]
[wees bevrees]

[jammer meneer]

Be Afraid

he's a king he's a god
'n neanderthal bully with no cave
and beloved wife sharon private and pregnant and coitally conservative
massages the neighbour's neck
in an entertainment column at home

[be afraid]
be afraid
be afraid
[be afraid]

he sits right on my arse
with his flickering blue lights
and roars: "pull over!"
he forces me out of the car
with blameful eyes
inspects the whole car with a
"sorry sir i'm just doing
my job"

be afraid
'cause shane cronje [be afraid]
has an iron will [be afraid]
cars stall when his siren wails
[be afraid]

stay calm now
no use rushing
relax, chill and you'll be free
don't risk anything now
it'll be hours before they find him
if only the weird feeling would leave me:
it would cost me more than the car

be afraid
be afraid [be afraid]
be afraid [be afraid]

be afraid
'cause shane cronje [be afraid]
has an iron will [be afraid]
cars stall when his siren wails
[be afraid]

be afraid [be afraid]
be afraid [be afraid]
be afraid [be afraid]
be afraid [be afraid]
[be afraid]

[sorry sir]


4. Oil Slick Schizophrenic

come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?
your miserable existence is no fun any more
i come to settle the score
so come on come on come on come on...

the oil slick rainbow is shouting at me
through its eyes i can clearly see
patches of land buried under scrapyards
circling mechanical voltures
scaring me taunting me yelling at me
down in the pit with bathroom reverb
too loud, distorting like my own voice
giving me the final choice:

come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?
your miserable existence is no fun any more
time to settle the score
so come on come on come on come on...

now is the time to stop threatening
to suffocate the lie
too late now to feign suffering
too late to keep asking why
my own reflection frustrated with hate
is yelling back at me:
this world is far too small for the two of us
it's time to set me free

come on come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?
your miserable existence is no fun any more
time to settle the score
so come on come on come on come on...

come on come on come on...

come on come on come on
why don't you pick up that gun?

come on...

come on...
come on...
come on...
come on...
come on...
come on...


5. Oom Kosie

oom... kosie

[genugtig]
[genugtig]

oom... kosie
oom... kosie
oom... kosie

[genugtig]


6. Lucy From The Steakhouse In Delmas

she's always complaining at table no. 7
with the paranoid panoramic view of a mine dump
the new manager is usually forced to listen
"too late" they always say
but hey
what can a man do
when your customers want more of you
other than a meal
other than a meal
like

lucy from the steakhouse in delmas
that's her in the corner with a miniature
seventh pending manager due
(or maybe not)

[so geskrik ons kon amper die hele middag nie eens gepraat het nie...]

but hey
what can a girl do
when she's thirty and she's broody
and she likes to play dirty like lucy
like

lucy from the steakhouse in delmas
that's her in the corner
with a pending paternity suit
that doesn't fit the manager

(or maybe not)
(or maybe not)
(or maybe not)
(or maybe not)

(or maybe not)


7. See You Later

check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]

[what's happening?]

check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]

check check check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]
check check check check check check check check check check
see you later... [bye]


8. Villa Ding

[access denied]

some songs are precious
some songs are precious

in the temple of the shitheads
they pray to their copyright salmonella god
some songs are sacred
some songs are precious
don't touch our black dot idols
or we might get vicious

some songs are precious

[access denied]

[is this the last?]

in the temple of the shitheads
they pray to their copyright salmonella god
some songs are sacred
some songs are precious
don't touch our black dot idols
or we might get vicious


9. Stop Acting Weird

nou ja, hoe sal ons begin,
wat sal ek sê?
jy neuk nou met iets wat ek
baie graag wil hê
goed, ok, fine ek verstaan
dis die hoër dinge waarom dit gaan
maar baie geluk
ek hoop jy voel goed
al waaraan ek dink is jou
begrafnisstoet
en ek wil nie daaroor praat nie
(en ek wil jou nie eers haat nie)
dit was baie swak

moenie net daar staan in skok nie
jy weet wat's verkeerd so
stop acting weird
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek sit nooit weer my kop op 'n blok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie

jou oŽ verstar soos 'n schwarzenegger likkewaan
soos jy probeer verstaan
ek sal jou nooit weer vertrou nie
ek het wragtig nie gedink jy sou nie
maar my kop was op 'n blok
en jy't lelik opgefok
en oom kosie is op pad om jou te
moer met 'n stok

moenie net daar staan in skok nie
jy weet wat's verkeerd so
stop acting weird
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie
ek sit nooit weer my kop op 'n blok nie
ek kan nie glo jy't dit opgefok nie

Stop Acting Weird

well, how should we start?
what shall i say?
your're fucking with something i
desperately want
good, ok, fine i understand
it's all about the higher things in life
but congratulations
i hope you feel good
all i can think about is your funeral procession
i don't want to talk about it
(i don't even want to hate you)
it was the worst

don't just stand there in shock
you know what's the matter so
stop acting weird
i can't believe you fucked it up
i can't believe you fucked it up
i'll never put my head on a block again
i can't believe you fucked it up
i can't believe you fucked it up

you stare like a glazed schwarzenegger leguan
trying to understand
i'll never trust you again
i really didn't think you would
but my head was on a block
and you fucked up badly
and oom kosie is on his way to come thrash you with a stick

don't just stand there in shock
you know what's the matter so
stop acting weird
i can't believe you fucked it up
i can't believe you fucked it up
i'll never put my head on a block again
i can't believe you fucked it up


10. Flight Of The Bungle Bee's Massive Stoned Cousin

[instumental - no words]


11. Tempo Hewig

[wanneer u die sein hoor is dit tien tien tien tien...]

[tempo hewig]

pass vir my die slakgif
[tempo hewig]
hou die ritme stewig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig

tempo hewig vir ewig

[tempo hewig]

hou die ritme stewig
jou slakkepas bly nog maar vervelig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig

[tempo hewig]

ek is bly ek's nie nou in kaapstad nie
want the shadow of the mountain laat my gaap
die hotelle verkoop nie black label nie
en die autotellers is aan die slaap
studente sÍ in elke 2de sin "like wow"

aan die suidpunt van die mooiste kaap
aan die suidpunt van die mooiste kaap
is almal altyd aan die slaap

[ek gaan jou opfok]

hou die ritme stewig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig

tempo hewig vir ewig
[tempo hewig]
tempo hewig vir ewig
tempo hewig vir ewig

jou slakkepas bly nog maar vervelig
funksioneer teen tempo hewig
vir ewig
[tempo hewig]

Staunch Tempo

[when you hear the signal it is ten ten ten ten...]

[staunch tempo]

pass me the snailbait
[staunch tempo]
keep the rhythm steady
function at a staunch tempo
forever

staunch tempo forever

[staunch tempo]

keep the rhythm steady
your snail's pace bores me
function at a staunch tempo
forever

[staunch tempo]

i'm glad not to be in cape town now
'cause the shadow of the mountain bores me
the hotels don't sell black label
and the autotellers are asleep
students use "like wow" in every second sentence
at the southern tip of the fairest cape
at the southern tip of the fairest cape
everyone's perpetually asleep

[i'm going to fuck you up]

keep the rhythm steady
function at a staunch tempo
forever

staunch tempo forever
[staunch tempo]
staunch tempo forever
staunch tempo forever

your snail's pace bores me
function at a staunch tempo
forever
[staunch tempo]


12. Heeere Kitty Kitty

it's so stuffy in here
i feel like a beer
and some fauna with rice
something nice
like this lion over here
the whole thing is clear
get the plan into gear
no fear

i'll stroke his head and get it on my ninicam
and show my friends back home
just who i am
[the nephew of the son of sam]

so they can greet me like spock
with "no shit, sherlock"
score us some more of that rhino horn
you were really excellent to get us such
amazing burundian porn

heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
so i can shoot you full of msg [so i can shoot you full of msg]
and put your head up in my bar [and put your head up in my bar]
get into the car
get into the car
get into the car

get into the car

stop the car
we're far too far
i feel like a boyscout
i want to get out and be
one with nature
in an african adventure
stop yelling at me

the big one's making af funny noise
i'll be hit with the boys if i can get this shot
i might be a fool
but i'm mister cool
and the felines are not
they're starting to drool
i'd love to go and play
but their eyes seem to say
"hey thanks a stack for this
great little snack"

heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
so i can shoot you full of msg
and put your head up in my bar [and put your head up in my bar]
get into the car
get into the car
get into the car

get into the car

heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
get into the car
heeere kitty kitty kitty
so i can shoot you full of msg [so i can shoot you full of msg]
and put your head up in my bar [and put your head up in my bar]
get into the car
get into the car
get into the car


13. I'm Home (Fishwife Mix)

[wendy i'm home]

[do not disturb]

[wendy, wendy, wendy]

[wendy, wendy, wendy]
[wendy, wendy, wendy]
[wendy, wendy, wendy]
[wendy, wendy, wendy]
[wendy, wendy, wendy]
[wendy, wendy, wendy]

[do not disturb]

[wendy i'm home]