(borg, dregen)



1, 2, 3, 4



Look at you, man, look at the band

Look at the day, don´t throw it away

I need a pill and a coffee re-fill

And everything is gonna be alright

I swear



Look at your cat and your eighty square flat

Look at your view over stockholm´s zoo

Maybe you´re wrong but maybe i´m right

`cause i guess i´m born black and white



You know you could be a rock n´ roll star

No matter who you are

It´s all the same

`cause you´re a real dead end



That´s what you are

Believe i´m gonna have myself a ball

And i don´t care if you don´t like

How i act when i´m on top of your wife

I´m going down, i´m running up

I´m walking zig-zag and i´m tripping too much

So hold your fire, i´m coming through

I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom



Now everybody wanna dance with you

I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue

Everybody wanna talk too much

But all i want is you



Look at your amount on your credit card account

A billion dollar tour but i just go for

Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups

`cause everything is gonna be alright, right

Well, i said, right, right, right



That´s what you are



That´s what you are

Believe i´m gonna have myself a ball

And i don´t care if you don´t like

How i act when i´m on top of your wife

I´m going down, i´m running up

I´m walking zig-zag and i´m tripping too much

So hold your fire, i´m coming through

I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom



I´m going down, i´m running up

I´m walking zig-zag and i´m tripping too much

So hold your fire, i´m coming through

I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom



Now everybody wanna dance with you

I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue

Everybody wanna talk too much

But all i want is you

Yeah, all i want is you

So why can´t i have you