So, it's right after a march
I'm on Marietta street at the intersection
Right by the park
And civil unrest is obviously brewing
Suddenly, a rock crashes through a window
Then another one
Then another one
And before I know it, cars are on fire
Stores are being smashed and looted
Glass is shattering
Tear gas canisters are flying left and right
Kaos
So I go buy a lil' Rita to sip on
Roll a blunt to smoke
And have a seat in the park
To watch it all burn
And as I'm watching what feels like society unraveling
I start thinking about ostmackor i tomma glassbyttor
You know, flashbacks till fridluftsdagar på Ormberget
Du vet, dom andra kidsen va värsta slalomexperterna
Zooming down the hill ba, piew piew piew
Meanwhile, I had to borrow my step grandpas
Uråldriga längdskidor
Shoes that looked like black duck feet
That I had to strap into the skis
Through a rat trap-looking contraption
So while I'm watching the other kids
Race down the hill, then lift back up in repeat
I began to wonder if that's its own kind of trap
And I thought, you know what?
Y'all can keep that.
If you need me, I'll be in the woods
Piew, piew, piew, piew
...
If I had a gun I would shoot your punk-ass
Hahaha
Piew
That's the exact sound I was back here making
Din stjärna tändes tidigt
Överallt fann du en scen
Du dansade en dröm
Under gatlyktornas sken
Och när jag hinner se tillbaka
Har jag svårt att reda ut
Allt det där som aldrig hände
Ifrån det som tagit slut