Working days are over Led to nowhere Did nothing else but grind us down Now we’re looking for something All but nothing To turn our weariness around
We’re looking for action Some distraction A “never going back” No more talk about labor Good behavior It’s a self-destructive track
So wind up the sound As a substitute for love We dance like we always do, we always do As a substitute for love Wind up the sound As a substitute for love We drink like we always do, at half past two As a substitute for love Hanging out with the shadows Of the shallows Heading for Karl Johans torg There is something within us That continues To dry out our thirsty tongues
There under the bridges By the sea lock We swill another low class drink Like panic in motion Like erosion We all know this place will sink