Lyrics for Sivert Høyem’s “Prisoner of the Road” added.
With a needle
With a gun
With television for crying out loud
Everybody is having fun
Everybody is seeing someone
My lover
My lover
That's no king
It goes [...]
That's no card
Not yet in play
Everybody's swept the money of the table
Everybody's making up with the flash
It's that time of the night when everybody's gone wild
Everybody pick their favorite anymore
Go with the red-eyed man with his drink in his hand
There is a war and there's nowhere to hide
The real people go where the wind blows
Everybody's faking, everybody lies
And everybody keeps on fucking in the free world
In the bar there is Leonard Cohen
And in the corner there is just another poet
With a penis and a white flag
And little funny pills in a plastic bag
Well, everybody lost respect for the dead, now
Everybody wants to be given head
The prize lovers are on your television
If you want to you can touch them
Well, I guess you'd live forever
My lover
My lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely daughter
There is a war
Yeah, it's still going on
But everybody's watching out for someone
Everybody's looking over everybody's shoulder
Everybody dies but love is no longer
There is a war and there's no way to win it
The real people go where the wind blows
Everybody heard the call from the trenches
Do it for yourself
Retreat and surrender
It could be so good