When humanity rots in a pile
And everyone's like: 'what's best for me?'
And 'I buy bottled water'
And 'She doesn't love you'
I say: 'Nah, Fredrik, play the game'
But you're like: 'But why?
I don't want to be loved like that
You get nothing for it when you're like us
You get nothing for it when you wish people well
When you have a restful soul'
Should we start a village
Should we build something new
Should we write a new bible
With ten new commandments
Can we be called something else, Fredrik
Should we fit in somewhere
Where you get to mind your own head
But don't have to behave yourself
They were fighting in town
There was some kind of drug in the middle
Everyone's laughing: 'Look at them'
You don't do that in this country
You don't start talking to the wrong person
You don't like this band
You don't start singing on the right note
Oh, all the songs I've written for those who aren't worth a song
History is full of songs for those who shouldn't get a song
You have to break hearts and start wars
You have to have hurt someone to end up in the books
You have to cause harm to get a song, a book, a painting
Can I get a speech in the square
Can we build something new
I don't know what the new thing is
Are you allowed to stop being tough
Are you allowed to lean on someone
So you can see people in the eyes
If there's no heaven, Fredrik
This thing with my elbows, Fredrik
I'm gonna sharpen them tonight
Give me something to believe in