Cheops Cave

Cheops' Cave

Dressed in that khaki costume makes him feel nice 
T-t-t-Terrible disguise in their eyes
The way he's dressed in public causes gaps
Between him and those in trucker caps 

But it shouldn't be a struck of surprise
As their eyes are used to despise 
It is all about the title of boss 
But... It is just equal to us. 

Oh let them go and have a dance
After a couple of cans
Just get your faces from here
And we... owe you a favor later!

The act of judging people makes them feel nice 
Even though judging isn't part of their lives
Their friendly doors are locked non-stop, it's a block... - 
To ensure their status doesn't drop

But it shouldn't be a struck of surprise
As their eyes are used to despise 
It is all about the title of boss 
But... It is just equal to us. 

Oh let them go and have a dance
After a couple of cans
Just get your faces from here
And we... owe you a favor later!

The Bystander Effect

This (is) getting on the list
I've worked too hard for it
for you take a part of my fortune 
and imagine that your labour 
was the same

You always get away
Guess Im the one to blame
I'd rather stick my head in the sand
than to cut the chord and spoil it all again

You put your chin up high
and show your exultation

You, and all the things you do
gathered up into
and instantly goes straight to my head
and this boiling feeling, oh how can I tell?


You put your chin up high
and show your exultation

It feels like 
I'm struck by your karma
Perhaps it's just a strange way
for you to drain 
the problems and the pain. 

This (is) getting on your list
You have to work for it
Then you can take a part of the fortune
and insist on that your labour
was the same

You put your chin up high
and show your exultation

It feels like 
I'm struck by your karma
Perhaps it's just a strange way
for you to drain 
the problems and the pain. 

It feels like 
I'm struck by your karma
Perhaps it's just a strange way
for you to drain 
the problems and the...

Show Your Exultation

Lots of words have gone missing in the lounge room
Due to the orange little things 
Prepare yourself for intense listening
We are invited in

Not quite a linguistic behavior 
They chewed their orange little things
They tried to make us stay
Although the chili nuts held words away.

It's an abuse to the language
that we try to use

Please revert and make 
your tongue more alert

Conceited suits are sitting at a council.
With the purpose to prevail

No point of interest of what's mutual.
Only regarding of the game.

Not quite a linguistic behavior.
They chewed their orange little things.

They tried to make us stay
Although the chili nuts held the words away

It's an abuse to the language
that we try to use

Please revert and make 
your tongue more alert

Slurred Chats

You’re not party enough for her
Wish that you were
Your hook bait is unobserved.

They have wine boxes on their heads
Strolling by tents and craves for compliments
You think you’re unique but there’s loads of them.

They strive to get attention, body art of pens and talks a lot but never mention it
They’re spreading like a disease, it’s been a day but their approach is like they’ve been here for weeks

Wise word’s raining on me
”Heave it and you will see”
”What it’s like to be me”

We admire their confidence
When they patronize their friends
We smell the rivalry amongst the gents

They have wine boxes on their heads
Strolling by tents and craves for compliments
You think you’re unique but there’s loads of them.

They strive to get attention, body art of pens and talks a lot but never mention it
They’re spreading like a disease, it’s been a day but their approach is like they’ve been here for weeks

Wise word’s raining on me
”Heave it and you will see”
”What it’s like to be me”

They have wine boxes on their heads
Strolling by tents and craves for compliments
You think you’re unique but there’s loads of them.

They strive to get attention, body art of pens and talks a lot but never mention it
They’re spreading like a disease, it’s been a day but their approach is like they’ve been here for weeks


Body Art Of Pens

Something is on, to pretend is common in this town. 
They say ”you have to see the sun” - but the suburban cloud is settled from now on. 

Try to assure me but i see through the bluff
Your magic fingers’ not enough
But to be fair
To take the step and just get off must be tough
When your ambition’s not enough
And that's a fact

Something is wrong
There's a love to nothing in this town
As we are, chasing the golden brick road
We intermittently intend to be unknown

Try to assure me but i see through the bluff
Your magic fingers’ not enough
But to be fair
To take the step and just get off must be tough
When your ambition’s not enough
And that's a fact


Town

När som elden den icke mera brinner och bergen den blevo till vax.
När som floden den icke mera rinner och i skogen man fångar sin lax.
När som höken har blivit till en duva, och bromsarna blivit till bin.
När som storken har blivit till fluga, först då skall jag övergiva dig.

När som elden den icke mera brinner
När som floden den icke mera rinner
När som höken har blivit till en duva
När som storken har blivit till en fluga, först då
skall jag övergiva dig

När som göken han galer ut i skogen och herdarna blåsa på horn.
Då förnimmer jag att du är mig trogen du mitt lillaste hjärta kom.
Men skulle då himlen så bedriva att du dog i bort från mig.
Ja då skall jag uppå din gravsten skriva lilla vännen, jag glömmer aldrig dig.

När som elden den icke mera brinner
När som floden den icke mera rinner
När som höken har blivit till en duva
När som storken har blivit till en fluga, först då
skall jag övergiva dig
