Dynamit [English translation]

Dynamite

That’s not the shit we’re selling

We have bombs and we have grenades

Everyone wants to remember the great Alfred Nobel

He is a big Swedish hero

The business of blowing up, he made industrial

I mean ‘big, big, business.’

Everyone wants to forget the Bofors affair

Far away in India

The exports will continue left and right

We must just think of the jobs.

We boast and brag and call ourselves a peaceful nation

Then we rub our hands for every sold cannon.

Everyone wants to remember the great Alfred Nobel

He lives on after the end.

Everyone wants to forget Bofor’s bribe carousel

Where they make bullets from gunpowder*1

It’ll be ok if we sell 39 Gripen*2

Laugh well, read aloud the export statistics

For us in this time, *3 ‘Yes I’m from Sweden’

We never hear the screams, no stink from corpses

Nowhere is like it, clean and quiet, easy and pretty

History is carefully built

For Swedish iron ore became the Nazis’ canons

The state earns lots of Hitler’s kronor

So our welfare is built on this, among other things,

In our world we’re safe, and so it can continue

All the genuine Jesus-loving men

Who earn a few quid

And don’t give a damn about who goes home [to heaven]*4

Cause you only build weapons if you have the desire to kill

And if you sow a seed of course you’ll reap

Of course we’ll sing to the tune that the bombs whistle.

Bullets whiz beautifully even in the ugliest times.

You know…

Dynamite, now at reduced price

We support your wars, we need more cash

Build a bomb, so you can blow up someone

Here buy a plane, so you have something to drop it from.

Dynamite, now at reduced price

We support your wars, we need more cash

Build a bomb, so you can blow up someone

Here buy a plane, so you have something to drop it from.

Everyone wants to remember the great Alfred Nobel

Especially in December

His gift to the world became a state ceremony

Oh, what glory and honour

Everyone wants to forget the Gripen that went down

It was an untidy manoeuvre

SAAB bought Celcius who has to pay?

Unknown foreign victims.

War as business, it’s a sick idea.

Tools for violence cannot build peace.

Everyone wants to remember the great Alfred Nobel

He who put a price on peace

No-one knows anything at all about any secret cartel

They’ve sworn the dealer’s oath *5

We love being

So-called neutral.

We want to maintain

Our lifestyle without danger.

Only think of

The jobs and money we save,

But in the third world countries

People hang in nooses.

Blood red is becoming even this

Century’s colour, when Sweden

Brings out its rocket launcher.

The planet is big enough,

Evil or good

Depends on where you live

Or in which god you believe.

So Bofors brings in a big pot

Sell death to the executioner

And still claim that they haven’t done anything

Saabplan probably scares Iraq’s kids

Nobel chemistry is involved

Turning its gas tap.

Chrystal clear that Bildt’s oil company

Doesn’t mediate any peace

They want violence in Sudan.

It will be greedy hands,

Dirty bellies with vile friends.

To War making countries

It’s time you admit that…

Dynamite, now at reduced price

We support your wars, we need more cash

Build a bomb, so you can blow up someone

Here buy a plane, so you have something to drop it from.

Dynamite, now at reduced price

We support your wars, we need more cash

Build a bomb, so you can blow up someone

Here buy a plane, so you have something to drop it from.

Everyone wants to remember the great Alfred Nobel

Yeah!

The business of blowing up, he made industrial

We know!

Everyone wants to forget the Bofors affair

The exports will continue left and right

All bombs and grenades