lampposts from äntligen... eller? by karljohan

to the gardens of no retreat
return all my favors now
the town has made you weary
like an ocean of sleepless lights

when you rub the dirt away
you feel kind of clean inside
when u-town's streets are fair
gamble away your dreams

there's nothing i could not imagine
there's nothing i would not do
to help you out, you name it!
just fucking say my name

let's go and sell our bodies
a drop or a puff worth
you know they heal so quickly
forgetting almost as fast

the streets will get us clean
the lampposts are showers at night
why would you say this was a sin?
it's just giving one's time away

you don't need to be math teacher
to figure out this problem
you don't need to have nobel prize in physics
to see this don't add upp

there's nothing i could not imagine
there's nothing i would not do
to figure out this problem
without calling your name

• Folk
• folkish
• punk
• songs
• Uppsala