Västra Frölunda [English translation]

That all of these houses were coffins.

I’m sitting adding zero to zero.

When I was little I disappeared into the TV,

And was transformed into a tank with a dream.

Sometimes you can be seen on the bus into town,

I’m raking the leaves around the grave of my heart.

Like I could’ve helped I became a monster.

I’m lonely, but honest towards myself.

And who are you to judge me?

Where are you from?

Come to Västra Frölunda and be born dead.

The thought hit me as I was beaten up.

Everything starts at home.

Everything starts at home.

When I’m twenty I kissed my first nigger.

We kicked E and got back at the world.

Minger is merely lego for my podium

I break the law in order to feel free.

And who are you to judge me?

Where are you from?

Come to Västra Frölunda and be live dead.

The thought hit me as I was beaten up.

Everything starts at home.

Everything starts at home.

Stockholm accepted me as a weird virus.

Gothenburg silenced me as a shame.

So I took cover in my cottage in Dalarna

As I crafted my Trojan horse,

Filled with love and peace.

With love and with peace.