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