| Two transvestites — Norway style —
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| Hit it off —
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| Pretty good for a while —
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| Shared a mutual —
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| Interest in crime —
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| The odds were —
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| Looking fine at the time —
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| Turning tricks —
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| In most eastern cities —
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| Where pills are queen —
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| And the romance is shitty —
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| Invested profits —
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| In an import-racket —
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| Life was good —
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| As so was the market —
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| But, a good thing —
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| Can not last forever —
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| A dark cloud —
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| Seldom roams alone —
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| You know they’d seen it all before —
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| A German shepard —
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| At their door —
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| Who ever died of a broken heart… anyway? |
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| Jeg vil ligge med deg Gerda (I want to sleep with you Gerda) —
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| Jeg yil Ligge med deg (I want to sleep with you) —
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| Business was getting swell —
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| They moved their units —
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| Doing better then well —
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| In half a year —
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| From rags to riches —
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| Branched out —
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| All the way to Pattaya —
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| Their love was strong —
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| They felt they coulnd’t get higher —
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| They moved in circles —
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| Reserved for the few —
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| She smiled at her —
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| Even know they knew that —
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| A good thing —
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| Can not last forever —
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| A dark cloud —
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| Seldom roams alone —
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| You know they’d seen it all before —
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| A German shepard —
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| At their door —
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| Who ever died of a broken heart… anyway? |
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| Time past like water under the bridge —
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| The cash was flowing —
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| But they were losing the thrill —
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| To cool off —
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| Gerda took a trip back home —
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| But found it hard —
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| Being so all alone —
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| Was tempted hard —
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| And in the end she caved in —
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| To a man with a beard —
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| Operating out of Rykkinn —
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| Bad news reached Tore —
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| She flew back enraged —
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| Bought a gun —
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| And found them naked —
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| On the floor at Tyen —
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| All strung out on come —
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| Boom boom bye bye —
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| A good thing —
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| Can not last forever —
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| A dark cloud —
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| Seldom roams alone —
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| You know they’d seen it all before —
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| A German shepard —
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| At their door —
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| Who ever died of a broken heart… anyway? |
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| Because she looked so good in blue —
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| Runny make-up and missing a shoe —
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| Her scarlet blood baby covering the floor —
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| I ran terrified towards the door —
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| I am just a denim boy —
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| I am just a denim boy —
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| Gerda laying face down —
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| In her newly found love’s boudoir dead —
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| Tore tried to explain —
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| To the handsome young police officer —
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| «Most rooms have four walls and a ceiling —
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| But sometimes the floor is missing —
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| And this makes me very angry" —
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| «Who would ever think —
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| A Sunday evening in Oslo, Norway —
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| Could be so sad and grey?" —
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| The policeman replied, feeling most intelligent — |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oslo Bloodbath Pt. III: The Ballad Of Gerda And Tore , by - Turbonegro. Song from the album Never Is Forever, in the genre Иностранный рок