Hultsfred '98

Good time at festival

what are we saying?

rock-bands are playing

cute girl's waving

a hand to another

boy on the other

side of the stage

My friends they are dizzy

talking to strangers

ramming this hold up

waiting for changes

take that place

and you come over

I will be sober

remembering things

that I said

Some people have come here

to find someone

took all the slow hearts

make them beat harder

I became a spectator

watch that punk-girls

had an ice-cream

in the green grass

listen to slow-jazz

sat on my sore ass

But people here will be

forgotten the memories

of them will rotten

just for once they all united

to make me feel this uninvited

the final clue

I’m not like you

it was the final clue

that I'm not like you

Woke up in a cold tent

watched you sleeping

shitty punks

getting too drunk

and I thought about the songs

that I wrote on my cliff

they wouldn't do cause they ain't

got so f**king grims

grims

grims