They came from so far away cellars of Norway Where children play in viking bands sun wont shine all day No one seemed to notice That they came that distance They just stood outside and Smoked and talked their business Play that song again And go to hell when you die Wave goodbye at you As you tune your guitars And they played and you watched And you yelled at the drummer As he poured on the flames And you passed out on key Play that song again And go to hell when you die Wave goodbye at you As you tune your guitars Gettin that band outta my sight... And they played and you watched Till the end of the summer When they boarded their planes And you walked out Soaked up and sweating And Im forever empty
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