Welcome to Norway
|
|
Well shake it up and fizzle it out, call it what you will
|
There's nothing quite like getting out of your face to stop you felling ill...
|
|
But the next day you're out there and you're still stoned
|
Your only seeing policemen, you're feeling all alone
|
You need a dose of vitamins, you need some H2O
|
Concentration comes too fast and then it tends to go
|
And if you get all stoned again the whole thing just repeats
|
So pull it up and wake it up with arms and legs and feet
|
|
Then you get to be so knackered cos, you're doing this and that
|
You need to quit the madness, re-learn how to relax
|
By the time you've reached the point at which you've lost the will to rush
|
You'll be so relaxed that next day, you'll be doing twice as much!
|
So pour it down or cook it up, call it what you can
|
There's nothing quite like food and drink to stop you going mad
|
|
But the next day you're out there and you're still full
|
Of alcohol, cholesterol, wind and piss and drool
|
You need a pile of tablets, you need a place to sit
|
The time it takes to run around has shrunk and doesn't fit
|
|
Then gradually you lose the speeds
|
Of fast and slow and ideas feed
|
From work to play until the need
|
To set the gap has gone
|
|
So until then I think I'll spend
|
The week re-living the weekend
|
And vice-versa he's off again
|
Now where's that chorus gone?
|
|
Open it up or close it down but take it when you go
|
Cos there's nothing quite like going away to a place you hardly know
|
And having a session of mental regress - yes yes
|
I think we get the point... joint?! Pint?!
|
O - S - L - O
|
Good night!
|
|
-----------------
|
Oslo
|
Citizen Fish |