November song Songtext
von Biker Boy

Oh, it′s Friday
Stockholm downtown
A man in his car
At quarter to six he will be back home
With his lovely wife
And a desperate child

The weekend starts with a kiss on the cheek
And ends with regular sex under sheets
Oh, is he satisfied?
Or just so petrified?

The thing is I know
The time when he goes
The thing is I know
He will die with a smile


Whatever they tell
About heaven and hell
Whatever they tell
Turn your back and farewell

Oh, it's been a million years since you tried to be underground
Black dyed hair and Dr. Martens shoes
Please, please, please let me get what I want this time
Was the soundtrack to your life
Those damp old streets became village dreams
With Mercedes-Benz and happy ends

The thing is I know
The time when he goes
The thing is I know
He will die with a smile

Whatever they tell
About heaven and hell
Whatever they tell
Turn your back and farewell


Whatever they tell
About heaven and hell
Whatever they tell
Turn your back and farewell