We were waiting for Kirsten me and Joel 'Cause we found out the name of her hotel With the folköl and an evening paper In which she spelled out my name letter by letter
Well I grew up outside this city Where the local Estrella chips factory had payed the to your grave and to your destiny So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me
It's a compromise a portion of his dignity Another club, another beer, another hour Squint at the clock up at the church tower What she's doing here you think? "I heard she's filming with von Trier" Hey Klara, how's your night? Did you know about Kirsten, have you seen her? She says:"Yeah she was here, but she was turned away at the door" Yeah I know, I know I can't believe no one told her before
That in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines In Gothenburg we don't make a fuss about who you are In Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines Then I bit my tongue and the taste of blood was so strong
'Cause times are changing Kirsten Göta Älv is slowly reversing They turned a youth-center into a casino They drew a swastika in your cappuccino And the VIP lines are not to the clubs But to healthcare, apartment and jobs Hey buddy can I borrow five grand? 'Cause my dad's in chemo And they wanna take him off his plan
I said in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines I said in Gothenburg you're not worth less and you're not worth any more I said in Gothenburg we don't have VIP lines Then I bit my tongue and the taste of blood was so strong
At the end of the night me and Joel Went back and sat outside her hotel And drank beer after beer 'til the sun came up And since she didn't show up, Joel said I had to man up And write a note of affection and leave it in the reception And I wrote this confession with the lipstick from his girlfriend on the back of a receipt But the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to leave