Mando Diao Follow

I was walking down the street with my chai chai chains tied up to my feet

I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk

Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life

To trust its stories you’ve got to be dull as them

And all the love I’ve got in here

You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care

The love I had in store you raped for more

And all the dreams I had in here you’ve just stolen

You peasants didn’t even care

But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch,oh my golden hand

‘Cause it’s guarded by your promises

I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand

I watched her beauty from an armchair

I said “Hey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties

Oh, you have – Well, can I watch it with you anyway?

And all the love I’ve got in here...

Congratulations Mr. Major you savior, betrayer,you stinking master of trusts

How does it feel to ride all those horses

You cannot touch our hearts when we’re in bloom

I assume that we’ll win over the heads again

We conceal none, you’ll feel none, that’s what I promise

And all the love we’ve got in store, you can’t kill

You peasants! We won it all

And the love I have for her you cannot touch oh my golden hand,

‘Cause it’s guarded by your filthy promises

And all the love I’ve got in here...

Honey I love you, like the summer falls

And the winter crawls you’re above and beyond me...