Obi Best Swedish Boy
Do sunless times make you thoughtful?
Is there more to brood about with snow in your blond hair?
Is every kind of thought, every kind of pleasure lawful?
Is it true that you all really care?
And when I try to ask you why, why can't everything be as it is in your country?
Little joy, my Swedish boy, it seems to me...
You live in a made-up country
It's something you'd make up when you were sleeping
It's something you'd make up when you were high
It's something the gods would make while they're dreaming
It's something you'd make up when you were five
And when I try to ask you why, why can't' everything be as it is in your country?
Little joy, my Swedish boy
It seems to me, you live in a made-up country
Little joy, little joy
Swedish boy