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Blev sÃ¥ trött pÃ¥ den heta sommarn. trött pÃ¥ bilderna i stan' trött pÃ¥ Olssons skor och Kvarnen trött om natten, trött pÃ¥ dan' Trött pÃ¥ all valproganda, lika billig som reklam ja, "vi vill ha ett bättre Sverige". Ã…h fan! Tagit mig ner till Köpenhamn Hyr ett rum av en vänlig dam Vandrar gatorna i timmar här Äter frukost pÃ¥ altan' Jag har varit tyst i tio dagar eller mer jag tror jag slipar mina vapen, nà |
From the basics and warm, weather places Dedicated to the brothers that never made it Cut short, they prime read life between the lines Photographed by rhymes yo it's hard times All across the nation cold points of frustration Created hot joints of illustration Concentrate while stakes are high falling victim to the lie Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare But everything is fair in the city the sheisty the shiftee I'n the epitomee of a raw deal now carry a sword and shield And walk with |
[Music by Wagner/Schroeder, lyrics by Wagner] I've been stumblin' through my years All I had was sweat and tears When I thought I had it made I was always much too late And throughout my whole life I've done everything wrong [Chorus:] No way out - suicide No way out - suicide I am loosing all I get For myself there's just regret And my brain, it feels so ill Am I waiting for the kill? What the hell's there on earth that cold keep me alive? [Chorus] There's a shadow on my back I've been taking the wrong track Now I'v |
Just like St. Francis The little birds come Lonely for a little warm You give them your music But they just want a song Oh, no, I'll never learn But I'd make beautiful sounds I'd lay you down like a lover would My pride, still standin' straight But looking back I wasn't so brave I wasn't so brave Flying through tunnels At the mouth of New York Sometimes, I belong here But it's funny how leaving Turns the emptiness up The hole you never heard before Oh, I laugh in my hands A kiss from that man Like a melody My pride stil |