I was shot in the back by Nilfisk addicted cowboys,
By jealousy struck
Outnumbered by hard boiled luck,
When I showed them the lights of my
Two-forty-five deep blue break
They all stood up and sang about Swedish designer drugs.
I was cutting a tree, and turning my jack into lumber,
When the hitmen arrived
On a boat from the Isle of Song
I was shocked by the
Nude identical twins on my lap
A cross-eyed effect of Swedish designer drugs.
It's hard to be strong,
Depending on Northern refineries.
How deep is your fjord? How shallow thy
Watery eyes? How could I recupe,
Surrounded by 95 dogma's?
Like a reindeer
I'm struck by Swedish designer drugs.
I'm dating the maid, and driving
Electric wheelchairs.
I'm cleaning the fish
With biodegradable pride.
I was pulling the strings,
While playing the fifteenth violin,
In a director's cut of Swedish designer drugs.
I was hurting a fly, and winning all Nobely Prizes.
I was probably drunk by the probably best beer around
Like a Viking in need,
I got a medal for bad underacting.
They all stood up,
And sang about Swedish designer drugs.
Swedish designer drugs: it's hard to be strong.
How deep is your fjord?
When I showed them the lights,
They all stood up, and sang about Swedish designer drugs
Writer(s): Daan Stuyven
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