Текст: Millencolin. For Monkeys. Black Gold.

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Can you pass me the black gold
I wanna know how many shirts got sold
I'm gonna beat you in soccer
we bought our Juve-shirts in an Italian footlooker
we saw the real world today
poor swedes were afraid
left France behind us
broke some fingers of Magnus'

like it or not, I always say that I'd rather go home
like it or not, this time I never wanted to go home

Ingredients is a big thing
we crown Stavanger to king
wanna see more of Moulder
at night the buss is getting colder
we saw the real world today
did you know it's in Brussels
now we hope that you missed us
we'll be home to X-mas

wanna see you again someday soon, it'd be great
you're totally o.k

its over now, it's December
like a friend once said, it's times to remember