Stockholm

There’s no one around
Who knows me well
And at the protest downtown
The whole thing, peace sells
The way that sex sells
I’m a love song
Playing backwards
I am kidnapped
But I love my captor
All this hardship
What comes after
Four black horses
And nervous laughter
There’s nothing in me that you’ll grow to like
But reach inside me and pull out what’s nice
Have I been dead my whole life?
I’m just a love song
Playing backwards
And I am kidnapped
But I love my captor
All this hardship
What comes after
Four black horses
And nervous laughter
And you say
They’re better off without me
Oh Jesus Christ I’m
Trembling
I’m helpless again
And they say
That planet Earth
Is lonely
But less so when you
Hold me
Get out of your head
I’m a love song
Playing backwards
And I am kidnapped
But I love my captor
All this hardship
Oh, baby, what comes after
Four black horses
And nervous laughter
I’m a love song
Playing backwards
Through blown-out speakers
To heartless bastards