Studenter På Flak - Suburban Kids With Biblical Names

Jag gjorde slut med dig

Gick ut genom dörren

Satte mig på krogen

Beställde in en öl

Matchen skulle börja

Utanför var det vår

Du ringde mig

Jag hade den på ljudlös

Jag hade ingenting att säga

Rydström gjorde två-noll

Jag var den enda som fira det

Studenterna dom skrek

När matchen var slut

Slängdes alla ut

Och skulle fira segern

Vi hade förlorat

Men det gjorde inget

Jag ramlade ut

Jag var väldigt full

Stockholms himmel var blå

Studenterna på sina flak

Skruttiga bilar och sunkiga hak

Jag gick genom skiten

Sveavägen fram

Skulle möta Vargen

Någonstans på Södermalm

Köpte några folköl

Götgatsbacken brann

Vi gick till Carmen

Där fanns alla jag inte ville se

Dom hälsa inte

Jag hade legat med alla tre

Träffade en gammal vän

Som börjat sälja kokain

När klockan var ett

Slängdes alla ut

Det var efterfest

Jag hade femton SMS

Som jag inte svarat på

Jag trippade ut

Jag var väldigt full

Stockholms himmel var grå

Huliganerna var ute på gatorna

Och poliserna var helt jävla galna

När klockan var ett

Slängdes alla ut

Det var efterfest

Jag hade femton SMS

Som jag inte svarat på

Jag trippade ut

Jag var väldigt full

Stockholms himmel var grå

Huliganerna var ute på gatorna

Och poliserna var helt jävla galna

I broke up with you

Went out the door

Put me on the hook

Ordered a beer

The match would begin

Outside it was spring

You called me

I had it on silent

I had nothing to say

Rydström scored two-zero

I was the only one celebrating it

The students shouted

When the match was over

Everyone was thrown out

And would celebrate the victory

We had lost

But it did nothing

I fell out

I was very drunk

Stockholm's sky was blue

The students on their platforms

Dirty cars and sunkissed hooks

I went through the shit

Sveavägen forward

Would meet the Wolf

Somewhere on Södermalm

Bought some folk beer

Götgatsbacken burned

We went to Carmen

There were everyone I did not want to see

They do not greet

I had slept with all three

Met an old friend

Who started selling cocaine

When it was one o'clock

Everyone was thrown out

It was an after party

I had fifteen text messages

Which I did not answer

I tripped out

I was very drunk

Stockholm's sky was gray

The hooligans were out on the streets

And the cops were completely fucking crazy

When it was one o'clock

Everyone was thrown out

It was an after party

I had fifteen text messages

Which I did not answer

I tripped out

I was very drunk

Stockholm's sky was gray

The hooligans were out on the streets

And the cops were completely fucking crazy