bolander © per bronco karlsson

Now I open the door to the buried and the dead
like to know what a journey might bring In the
wall I throw the wall between the floor and the
homestead to make way for my mind to get in Give
this a thought don´t you mind what you ought what
you owe let it blow let insanity show Lose the
control of your soul and fall into this hole

Here comes the words talking out of it´s prison
this is the game in the garden of Jesus Walking in
pain down my stomach and listen to words without
shame because nobody sees us Don´t miss this
chance for a paper and pen dance people will blame
you but they never try You can stop here and live
in a lie or go on and get high

Rhyme whithout reason will sigh in it´s sign of
the crime of the run out of time and will die in
it´s cry of don´t try to get high in a cell cause
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Move over honey let´s spend all your money on beer
and on drugs which will mess up your face And
heaven and hell has the same taste all over this
place

The crowd will be screaming out classical music
when Mozart and space travel is how they´ll use it
These will be days in the space of inside which
only the blind face of outside can hide Then we´ll
cry alone in houses and homes and screw the
discovery out of our heads Climbing the wall as we
lie in the cold of our beds

You look so good in the light from your lamp you
look good in beginning of cramp when your neck is
stretched into a moonlike paralyzed air in your
chair from which you never can rise Be Don Quijote
till the daylight has brought a sharpsounding
signal to chase you out of bed Open the door to
the world and forget that your are dead