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Limousines roll around the blocks today,
Pampers come to visit them to show them the city.
Down the steep mountain with motorcycles front and back,
Behind tinted windows money is made.< br/>They drive past me on Katarina and I think;
What it would be like to stand,
Highest up on the elevator and knock them one & one.
They turn off towards Gamla Stan,
I turn in at Slussen.
Hands are shaken & papers are written,
It is Russian roulette with other people's lives.
Some fall up,
Others fall down,
Some fall up,
Others fall down.
You are worth much more, so ¥ damn much more.
A fist steals for your soul.
I see the offices, the statues & all the royal things,
I see ladies with bags & pounds.
Everything is rebuilt but the problems remain,
It's cleaner now they haven't pulled from here.
There are people here with too little time,
Here are people with too much time.
The careers, the dealers & the whores,
Here the styles mix.
Banknotes and bags change places,
Here there are a few thousand Poor Jack.
Some fall up,
Others fall down,
Some fall up,< br/>Others fall down.
You are worth much more, so damn much more.
A fist steals your soul.
(I see how they come...)
You know when they come you shed a tear,
But when the legs give way, they fall hard.< br/>While the lights are flashing you seek shelter,
But for you it's nothing new.
Tonight there is some promise that is broken,
Tonight you will get a knife in your back.
Tonight some ribs will break,
While they keep an eye on the town...