(Borg, Dregen, Andersson)



Ive seen you in the nightclub

Ive seen you dressed up right

But your hearts not beating through your pale white skin

Thats how I know that youll never win



Ah, ah, its just a dead end

Ah, ah, and there aint no turning back



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

But somehow you never learn

I didnt ask for this its just the way things turn

And it hurts to go down in flames



Ah, ah, its just a dead end

Ah, ah, and there aint 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



Its just a dead end

Ah, and there aint no turning back