Where were you when you stole my pride

Did you ever get the feeling that someone died

Hide away in your ivory tower

And cover me in your golden shower

Did I make you laugh when I played the clown

And was I the dog that bit you when you put it down

Break it nicely, break it slow

Break it so I’ve got no place to go

Ego a go go, now you’re gone solo

Living on a memory

Where you’ve been lately, and do you still hate me?

Could you offer an apology?

God morgen. Nå skal jeg kreke min sønderslitte kropp opp av senga og inn i dusjen. Så skal jeg ut i disse forferdelige kuldegradene og mot sats. Jeg har vondt i hodet av too much wine and dine. Ouch. I’ve got only myfself to blame..