Stockholm -

Can’t piece together the sun in the sky or the spots on my face

And I must be stuck, my feet already are

I must be lost, my feet already are

And I must be fast, my feet already are

You’ll soon be dust your deeds already are

You’ll soon be dust your deeds already are

You saw no orb no fiery bushes either

I must be drunk I feel unsteady

No monster me, sadly no saint either…

Walk back into Stockholm — Stockholm — our travels take us further north

Where there’s fish in the sea and food on the shelves

And I must be cold, my feet already are

You must be old, so take it easier

And I must be cold, my feet already are

You must be old, so take it easier…

You’ll soon be dust your deeds already are

You saw no orb no fiery bushes either

I must be drunk I feel unsteady

No monster me, sadly no saint either…

Walk back into, walk back into

Wicked, wicked, wicked…

Belly, belly, and slap

I love to feel the food in my guts and the fat in my veins

I love to feel the food in my guts and

You’ll soon be dust your deeds already are

You saw no orb no fiery bushes either

I must be drunk I feel unsteady

No monster me, sadly no saint either…

You’ll soon be dust your deeds already are

You saw no orb no fiery bushes either

I must be drunk I feel unsteady

No monster me, sadly no saint either…

Wicked, wicked, wicked…