Saturday, April 21, 2007


Now we're all Koperbergers
Playing silly buggers
With the bush that we grew up in
On the land that we once loved

We're urban but we're open
We're all things to ourselves
E-vil(l)age atmosphere
You can see the smoke from here

You can tell we're Koperbergers
Waiting for Debus to save us
The way he did before


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