| Dad's boy on Mom's street
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| has lost his weekly allowance
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| Now he walks around and wants others to pay
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| so he can start again
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| A while ago he was emperor in new clothes
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| and all praised his decision
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| Now he is one of the beggars along the way
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| and no one remembers what he looked like
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| Cheers for better times
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| Bowl in raised glasses
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| Cheers but life hurts
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| Cheers for better days
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| I read today's leader in DN
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| It gives me dandruff and gray hair
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| It will probably be the same tomorrow
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| because it was the same thing yesterday
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| They used to dance like crazy vultures
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| around the carcasses of welfare under hoarse howls
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| Now they sit like Hitler and his gang in the bunker
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| and refuses to realize that the fun is over
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| Cheers for better times
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| Bowl in raised glasses
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| Cheers but life hurts
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| Cheers for better days
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| In the past, people were heard saying 'in Malmö
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| "Do not be stupid, then you can become a police officer"
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| Nowadays, you apparently have to become a professor at the School of Business
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| And if you are really stupid, you get a prize
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| Fraudsters and swindlers are now being put in the cage
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| Now lock inside and squeeze
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| Of course you think that, when will the turn come
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| to all those who cheer 'on
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| Cheers for better times
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| Bowl in raised glasses
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| Cheers but life hurts
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| Cheers for better days
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| Now towers collapse and walls fall
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| Now castles are falling into dust and gravel
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| The monuments are transformed into mausoleums
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| over an era that has come to an end
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| Somewhere there is always someone forging the sword
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| Somewhere there is a place where the word is born
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| Sometimes there is always someone who defies the mountain
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| Somewhere there is a road where people meet
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| Cheers for better times
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| Bowl in raised glasses
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| Cheers but life hurts
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| Cheers for better days |