Trussed up like a rabbit, told what I can do and say It’s mine, it’s mine, nobody can take it away My life it is a wreckage And my life it is my own How long, how long before they take the money away
Once you loved a man who put his lover in a crust Well, could you love a man who’d see it all turn to dust? Cause I’ll calcify the wreckage And I’ll call the work my own How long, how long before the features turn to rust?
I don’t wanna hear another song about your ex-wife I don’t wanna hear you bragging ’bout your Swedish rights But don’t stop, don’t stop, no, don’t stop, don’t stop, Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop on my account.