Mando Diao

I aim at the first one who’ll dare to
stand still Oh Lord, you’re 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 Everyone,
in every town, on every boat, on every
trip, the multi- talanted strip, Will
gather ‘round you with coke and pain
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,
your 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 outa west,
take ‘em outa height, take ‘em on a
sweet ride Those little angels are
numbered nine The colored TV once
shined on desolation 15 They’ve got
it! 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… Now hear the bluebird
whistle hymns like “I would rather
heal your wounds” now hear the dark
gun punching out, that I may love you