I used to know a super hero, but he's dead
And my mum cries all the time, that's lame
I used to do stupid things, it made me crazy
And hit myself in the face, started to bleed
Keep your enemies close and your friends at a distance
Ignite a flower, it comes from Afghanistan
She convinces me to do everything, can speak like Skavlan1
And when we had sex, I felt like a God
She is probably in an Airbnb with a guy
Who has a camera and swears that the female body is art
And I'm at home wanking off and taking drugs
If that's not a mood
I made Sandstorm and my name is Darude
I was at a KFC in Paris
When you called and said: "Now they come, okay, peace"
And I hung up the phone just after you said:
"Son, the good ones go first, but legends live forever"
Okay, I used to know a super hero, but he's dead
And my mum cries all the time, that's lame
My closet is full of ghosts, they say: "Boo"
And ask me: "Are you thick or what?" – as a brick
And my drawer is full of pretty clothes that don't suit me
I know plenty of good people with bad ideas
And they deserve to be heard they too
Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever
Okay, I live all my dreams, there are only nightmares left
I'm a flying fish in a pool of eternity
My heart on my shirt and my shirt inside out
I know some girls from downtown who turn boys into men
Speak of the devil, he comes as slow as a snail
Things are much closer than they seem in the mirror
I want to ride a mare in the mountains and just prance
Don't just stand there, take a picture of me now you moron
I'm at home with a big, ugly joint and a soda
Watch at a video of a dog that's friends with a cat
And she's in Milan and New York and enjoys life so fucking much
And drinks gin tonic with pepper and cucumber
My mum thinks that I look tired, to what price
It's a shame that you have to see me like that in a newspaper
But I'm doing fine
Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever
Okay, I used to know a super hero, but he's dead
And my mum cries all the time, that's lame
My closet is full of ghosts, they say: "Boo"
And ask me: "Are you thick or what?" – as a brick
And my drawer is full of pretty clothes that don't suit me
I know plenty of good people with bad ideas
And they deserve to be heard they too
Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever
Some live longer than others
I used to know a super hero, but he's dead
And my mum cries all the time, that's lame
My closet is full of ghosts, they say: "Boo"
And ask me: "Are you thick or what?" – yes, as a brick
And my drawer is full of pretty clothes that don't suit me
I know plenty of good people with bad ideas
And they deserve to be heard they too
Because the good ones go first, but legends live forever
1. Norwegian talkshow host