[Verse 1] He came from Copenhagen Now he lives in Ohio He said, "I know a place You gotta taste this, bro" Ten hours on a Harley Through rain and busted towns For genuine Danish smørbrød We chased that rumor down [Pre-Chorus] He said, "Trust me, man They do it right" I saw his grin By the gas station light [Chorus] Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød You called it Danish But it damn sure wasn't Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød All fucking hell breaks loose At that counter, son [Verse 2] The plate came out too dark Too square, too stiff, too thin German Schwarzbrot in a costume With a little flag stuck in He stared like a thundercloud Then leaned in close to see The "authentic" rye bread label Was a lie in front of me [Pre-Chorus] He said, "No way Not in my name" Then the room got cold And nobody said a thing [Chorus] Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød You called it Danish But it damn sure wasn't Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød All fucking hell breaks loose At that counter, son [Bridge] Then came the fish fillet Golden, neat, and cold He split it with his fork And the truth came out whole Canned crab in the middle Packed like a cheap surprise He laughed, then lost his temper And the whole damn room went wide [Breakdown] That's not smørbrød That's a damn disguise That's not smørbrød You sold it with a lie [Final Chorus] Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød You called it Danish But it damn sure wasn't Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød All fucking hell breaks loose At that counter, son Fake rugbrød Fake rugbrød Ten hours ride for shame And canned crab on the plate
