(Borg, Dregen, Andersson)

I´ve seen you in the nightclub

I´ve seen you dressed up right

But your heart´s not beating through your
pale white skin

That´s how I know that you´ll never
win

Ah, ah, it´s just a dead end

Ah, ah, and there ain´t no turning back

I took your place, you were a king for a day

But somehow you never learn

I didn´t ask for this it´s just the
way things turn

And it hurts to go down in flames

Ah, ah, it´s just a dead end

Ah, ah, and there ain´t no turning back

You got eightballs, baby, as a mattress in your
bed

13 tattooed on the back of your head

Where will you go when all the things you see are
black

You try to change

Maybe grow young

Jump on a bandwagon and lose

It´s just a dead end

Ah, and there ain´t no turning back