Swedish designer drugs

I was shot in the back by Nilfisk addicted cowboys,

by jealousy struck

outnumbered by hard boiled luck,

when I showed them the lights of my

two-forty-five deep blue break

they all stood up and sang about Swedish designer drugs.

I was cutting a tree, and turning my jack into lumber,

when the hitmen arrived

on a boat from the Isle of Song

I was shocked by the

nude identical twins on my lap

a cross-eyed effect of Swedish designer drugs.

It's hard to be strong,

depending on Northern refineries.

How deep is your fjord? How shallow thy

watery eyes? How could I recupe,

surrounded by 95 dogma's?

Like a reindeer

I'm struck by Swedish designer drugs.

I'm dating the maid, and driving

electric wheelchairs.

I'm cleaning the fish

with biodegradable pride.

I was pulling the strings,

while playing the fifteenth violin,

in a director's cut of Swedish designer drugs.

I was hurting a fly, and winning all Nobely Prizes.

I was probably drunk by the probably best beer around

like a Viking in need,

I got a medal for bad underacting.

They all stood up,

and sang about Swedish designer drugs.

Swedish designer drugs: it's hard to be strong.

How deep is your fjord?

When I showed them the lights,

they all stood up, and sang about Swedish designer drugs