There is a war in all the heads and there's a war
in mine as well and if I could explain it any
better, I'm sure I would.
We're in a bus and it's night, you opened up and
so will I but though I'm good with words I've
never been good with... words.
But all I know is: there's something new this year.
All I know is: there's something new real near.
There is a town that I live in and it's a town that
favors winners and when I win I think about
when I'll next lose.
I took a train that took me north, and it's the
place where trees speak louder than the people,
but if I have to pick that's what I'll choose.
I walked along the river Ume, it chilled me out
of my bones too, but a cold wind is always
better than a cold voice. I am not strong enough
for win city, I'll stay in to play Sin, witty people
without hearts have always had a lead on me.
And all I know is: there's something new this year.
All I know is: there's something new real near.
All I know is: there's something new this year.
I don't know much, but there's something new
coming near.
I'll walk into the shop where you work, it is a
shop that kills you slowly, there'll be no blood
but another shirt on a hanger will still behead
you. I'll lift your arm and you'll lift mine, and in
a Communist state of mind, we're not worth
more than anyone else but surely not worth less.