CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Stockholm
Lately, lately, I find I rush
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...
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...