I was mean to a friend

with a helmet on my head.

In fact the friend´s the drummer

that watches my back.

He´s always there to help me,

still I have to give him shit.

At a venue in Finland

I totally lost it.

I was drunk, man

if it helps you to understand.



Visited my old life

with a girl that could have been my wife.

We had a good night out

´til I got into this fight

with a fucker that had started to loose his hair.

He deserved getting beaten

but I should have known better

than that, man.

No one deserves to bleed for me.



Someone wrote about us in a music magazine.

Words so nice I got a tear in my eye.

Never thought I´d care for what a journalist said.

Never thought I´d pay any attention to that,

but I did, yeah.

Thanks for caring, m'am.



There she was, the women of my dreams,

not only beutiful, she was Finnish.

I asked for her number,

we could go out for a beer.

I´ve got a husband and a son, she said,

but we could still be friends.

Yeah, big chanse. It never works out well

when you´re filled with yourself, it never works out well.

This spring has been the weirdest one this far.