Song Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still
Oh, lord, your tension is making me ill
You've got no friends in your home, you'll got no family stone
You can't go, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everyone in every town on every boat, every trip, the multi-talented strip
Will gather 'round you with coke and pain
Oh, the trees, ain't no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't know why I
Can't locate this feeling that I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, why you're crying out loud that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Don't let them closer to this secret
That I may love you

Take 'em outta west, take 'em outta height, take 'em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation one-five
They've got it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the daylight
They ain't worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said, hi, up to the abbot who died
The rebound, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't know why I
Can't locate this feeling that I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, you're crying out loud that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Don't let them closer to this secret
That I may love you

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like
I would rather heal your wounds
Now hear the dark gun punching out that
That I may love you

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Bjoern Dixgard, Gustaf Noren