Mando Diao

I was walking down the street with my
chains tied up to my feet I leaned
instead of jiggie with the sidewalk Now
this street tells the same old boring
tale that has failed in so many ways of
life To trust its stories you’ve got to
be dull as them And all the love I’ve
got in here You’ve just killed you
peasants didn’t even care The love I had
in store you raped for more And all the
dreams I had in here you’ve just stolen
You peasants didn’t even care But the
dreams I had for her you cannot touch,
my golden hand ‘Cause it’s guarded by
your promises I met her in a crowded
room where the bookshelves help you and
knowledge takes your hand I watched her
beauty from an armchair I said “Hey girl
have you seen that film with those kids
in New York in the eighties Oh, you have
– Well, can I watch it with you anyway”
And all the love I’ve got in here…
Congratulation Mr. Major you savior,
betrayer, you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those
horses You cannot touch our hearts when
we’re in bloom I assume that we’ll win
over the heads again We conceal non,
you’ll feel none, that’s what I promise
And all the love we’ve got in store, you
can’t kill You peasants! We won it all
And the love I have for her you cannot
touch, my golden hand, ‘Cause it’s
guarded by your filthy promises And all
the love I’ve got in here… Honey I love
you, like the summer falls And the
winter crawls you’re above and beyond me…