In Hagnestahill flash the TV-lights
I do what I can
Dream myself away
In Hagnestahill
Among the identical houses
We flinch
The adverts are interrupted for sport
Nothing
First came nothing
Then came nothing
Then came nothing
But nothing is
(no-one, none, no-one, none)
Those sons of bitches took us one by one
They lied and deceived us with the truth
Those sons of bitches took my baby where
From the crest of the hill I can see
My lost world
I will do something
I will hit you all with awe
Go over the limits
I will break myself out
I love you so much
that I am armed
and under siege
I can shoot you out
Nothing
First came nothing
Then came nothing
Then came nothing
But nothing is
(no-one, none, no-one, none)
Those sons of bitches took us one by one
They lied and deceived us with the truth
Those sons of bitches took my baby where
From the crest of the hill I can see
My lost world
Nothing
First came nothing
Then came nothing
Then came nothing
But nothing is
(no-one, none, no-one, none)
The sons of bitches took us one by one
They lied and deceived us with the truth
The sons of bitches took my baby where
From the crest of the hill I can see
My lost world