Fel del av gården [English translation]

Coming from the wrong part of the backyard, from the other side of the track.

I grew up around gypsies, who "played" accordion and wanted to tell my future.

While my dad emptied a bottle of Explorer

Learned me how to play guitar and the chords

Djangos quintet played the gramophone

With second hand suits in the closet

And brass bands live every night in the garden

at first it was good but then came the problems

Trampled early in the piano and the tax bill

I mean obligations (rights)

The probability is small, the employment admits

Maybe one should change name or

Sell ​​the mobile home or

Knock out the gold tooth

But sometimes the prejudice must be caught up, ye

You can call me an outsider

Because I didn't do what the others did when they did what they did back in the days

I'm sorry to disturb

No, I'm not the neighbor above

But the old lady calls the cops every time and says it is me who always disturb

She says it is I who disturb

Coming from the right part of town, that's the problem

I grew up in the nicest neighborhood

My dad is a designer etc.

My other dad, is already late

But I was just a kid that was adopted

So my school time was very hard and complex

Because the classmates thought it seem 'wrong

And the teacher was soon retiring

Not their fault that, things turned out the way it should have

according to recommendations from the Holy Scriptures

"Johan's father, watch out, he is the antichrist!"

According to miss teacher who tried to explain it, sure

you should probably just have shot her

Or at least carried her out

Now she's dead and lies in the urn

But somehow the words are living even today, well....

Domestic peace etc.

I barely have any time to listen to your criticism

Not Lykke Li but quite so lucky

So please old lady give me a chance and listen to my music, but no..

It doesn't take me where i want to be

If the spoon is made of silver and I'll take it when I get there

But they have said so many times already

So thanks but no thanks, I'll find the exit

But everything was just a dream

I am Swedish, and i get past the lines

I'm even a man and have higher salaries

So, I do not sit here unemployed

I like the opposite sex

So kid, I'm hardly what you call a fag

But boy, I might be what you call slow

Cause I don't know what you're saying even if I hear you

When they did what they did back in the days

When they did what they did back in the days

Yes, when they did what they did back in the days

So I stood there outside

When they did what they did back in the days

When they did what they did back in the days

Yes, when they did what they did back in the days

So Goddamn, I stood there outside..