You should not be ashamed of where you come from
but sometimes you wonder what the hell you're doing
there, there, let's take it easy now, come with us on a road trip
Do take to long city sleekers, doesn't it look stupid?
The suburb isn't filled with concrete
Our place is filled with 'dog, detached house, volvo, velor-dad Svensson*'
The city center has a main street were we shop
sure we have other places, yes
but that's the one where we end up
We go up and down for it, it reflects our way of life
The same over and over and over again we're looking for signs of life
No avenue, no Stureplan**
Choose between the occasional club, the occasional bar
No new situation even though every news story becomes something big
so nothing new for us under the midnight sun
just to get by, drink to make it
hey, that girl is new in town right?
Smalltown blues, my life is filled with stamps and applications to get unemployment insurance
Smalltown blues, if you're like me and live where no one else lives
Smalltown blues, my life is filled with stamps and applications to get unemployment insurance
Smalltown blues, if you're like me and live where no one else lives
You got the girl at the bar, want to take her home
That's when your buddy shows up and warns you, no he recognizes her
No wonder you get bored
in the city of ex-girlfriends and men who have slept with the same woman
The job center is the devil, not exaggerating
but that's where we sell our soul for signed unemployment insurance cards
Report your failures daily
and soon you'll turn into an inventory employee at the old people's home
Call it a dump, call it a swamp
A volvo 240, a yamaha cap
Familiar faces, people you've seen
No one else is going to say it but my small town represents
Sometimes, away is good and at home is the worst
The hate-love you feel for the things you recognize
Sing if it's the same, same for you
Just spill it out, have a seat, talk to me about
Chorus
Sure, you've thought about it, leaving the city behind
but deep inside you know you'll miss it
a part of us, seeking happiness, do something new and gifted
take your belongings and leave the city like migratory birds
But every once in awhile they get a little homesick
it's been a long time, there comes the returnee
You're from here why don't you speak like this
I love the big city, I live and work there
You big city people think we make a living out of you
but I like to call it compensation, and what's the problem with that?
Urbanization, people will still leave for the big city
Pretty soon the whole gang will come and then you'll never get rid of us